UNIYGRS1TY  Of  CALIFORNIA 
LIBRARY 


v — . — 


SONG  BOOK 


OF    THE 


HARVARD  CLUB 


OF 


SAN   FRANCISCO 


SAN    FRANCISCO 
1909 


NOTE 

The  purpose  of  this  collection  of  college  songs,  which  is 
not  intended  to  be  exhaustive,  is  to  supplement  the  good 
cheer  of  Harvard  Club  dinners  and  other  gatherings  of 
Harvard  men  and  their  guests  by  songs  that  will  help  to 
promote  good  fellowship  and  college  loyalty  and  to  keep 
alive  memories  that  are  dear  to  all  of  us. 

W.  T.  REID,  JR.,  '01, 
GEO.  H.  POWERS,  '61, 
Committee. 


CONTENTS 


Page 

All  for  the  Sake  of  California  16 

America 105 

Annie  Laurie 56 

Auld  Lang  Syne   ....  59 
Battle  Cry  of  Freedom,  The  114 
Battle    Hymn    of    the    Re 
public      106 

Bavarian  Yodle     ....  25 
Believe  Me  if  All  Those  En 
dearing   Young   Charms  56 

Ben  Bolt 60 

Billy  Boy 79 

Bingo 31 

Blow,  Ye  Winds,  Heigh-ho!  72 

Blue  Bells  of  Scotland,  The  54 

Bonnie  Eloise 70 

Boola,  Boola 17 

Bright  College  Years     .      .  14 
Bring    the    Wagon    Home, 

John 21 

Bull-Dog,  The        ....  40 

Campbells  Are  Coming,  The  54 

Camptown  Races  ....  95 

Carve  dat  Possum     .      .      .  100 

Clementine 31 

Co-ca-che-lunk       ....  32 

Comin'  Thro'  the  Rye    .      .  58 

Crow   Song 49 

Danube  River 70 

Darling  Nellie  Gray  ...  91 

Dat  Watermilion  ....  97 

Dear  Evelina 49 

Dixie 112 

Down     Where     the     Wurz- 

burger    Flows      ...  78 

Drill,  Ye  Tarriers,  Drill       .  84 
Drink     to     Me     Only    with 

Thine   Eyes     ....  57 

Dunderbeck 68 

Dutch  Company,  The     .      .  23 

Dutch  Warbler      ....  23 

Eton  Boating  Song   ...  48 

Fair  Harvard 5 

Farewell  Song 78 

Funiculi,    Funicula      ...  47 

Gaudeamus 46 

General  Grant  .      .  6 


Page 

Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me,  The  84 
Glory  for  the  Crimson  .  .  9 
God  Be  with  You  ...  63 
God  Save  the  King  .  .  .117 
Golden  Wedding,  The  .  .  99 
Good-bye,  Dolly  Gray  .  .  67 
Good-bye,  My  Little  Lady  .  43 
Good-bye,  My  Lover,  Good 
bye  36 

Goodnight,   Ladies!    ...  26 

Gridiron  King,  The   ...  11 

Gwine  to  Run  All  Night     .  95 
Hail  Columbia       .      .      .      .110 

Hail,   Stanford,   Hail!      .      .  14 

Heidelberg 80 

He  Never  Cares  to  Wander  67 
Here's    a    Health    to    King 

Charles       .....  6 

Home,  Sweet  Home  ...  53 
Hot  Time  in  the  Old  Town, 

A 77 

I   Found  a  Horseshoe    .      .  64 
I'll    Make    Dat    Black    Gal 

Mine 96 

Integer  Vitae 46 

In    the    Evening    by    the 

Moonlight 92 

In   the   Good    Old   Summer 

Time 85 

In    the    Morning    by    the 

Bright  Light       .      .      .      .100 

I'se  Gwine  Back  to  Dixie   .  104 
It's  a  Way  We  Have  at  Old 

Harvard 12 

Jingle  Bells       .      .            .      .  37 

John  Anderson,  My  Jo   .      .  55 
John  Brown's  Body  .      .      .116 

Johnny  Harvard    ....  9 

Juanita 66 

Killaloe 86 

Kentucky  Babe     ....  19 
Landlord,   Fill  the   Flowing 

Bowl 50 

Last  Rose  of  Summer   .      .  61 

Lauriger   Horatius      ...  24 

Levee  Song,  The  ....  7 

Listen  to  the  Mocking  Bird  62 


396114 


Page 

Little  Annie  Rooney  .  .  74 

Little  Brown  Jug,  The  .  .  82 

Little  Old  Red  Shawl,  The  .  8 

Loch  Lomond  ....  68 

Lone  Fish-Ball,  The  .  .  52 

Love's  Old  Sweet  Song  .  .  87 
Ma  Onliest  One  .  .  .  .102 

Marching  Through  Georgia  113 

Marseillaise 10 

Mary  and  Martha  ...  98 

Mary  Had  a  Little  Lamb  .  35 

Maryland,  My  Maryland  .  108 
Massa's  in  de  Cold,  Cold 

Ground 96 

Meerschaum  Pipe  ...  40 

Michael  Roy 29 

Midshipmite,  The  ...  30 

Mrs.  Craigin's  Daughter  .  34 

Mush,  Mush 38 

My  Bonnie 28 

My  Last  Cigar  ....  42 

My  Old  Kentucky  Home  .  93 
My  Own  United  States  .  .116 

Nancy  Lee 75 

Nellie  Was  a  Lady  ...  94 

Noah's  Ark 51 

Nut  Brown  Maiden  ...  32 

Off  to  Philadelphia  ...  81 

Oft  in  the  Stilly  Night  .  .  61 

Oh!  Susanna 89 

Oh,  Dem  Golden  Slippers  .  102 

Oh,  Didn't  He  Ramble?  .  .  83 

Old  Black  Joe  ....  90 

Old  Dan  Tucker  ....  92 

Old  Oaken  Bucket  ...  64 

Old  Spanish  Proverb,  An  .  71 

Old  Nassau 15 

Old  Folks  at  Home  ...  94 

One,  Two,  Three,  Four  .  .  33 

On  the  Road  to  Mandalay  .  69 

Our  Director 10 

Over  the  Banister  ...  42 

Owl  and  the  Pussy  Cat  .  .  72 
Party  at  Odd  Fellows'  Hall, 

The 18 

Peanut  Song,  The  ...  44 

Perri  Merri  Dictum  Domine  74 

Poco's  Daughter,  The  .  .  13 

Polly-Wolly,  Doodle  .  .  97 

Pope,  The 18 

Quilting  Party,  The  ...  28 

Red,  White  and  Blue,  The  107 

Rig-a-Jig 39 

Robin  Adair  .  62 


Page 
Rocked  in  the  Cradle  of  the 

Deep 36 

RollOut!  Heave  Dat  Cotton  101 

Rosalie 26 

Rule  Britannia  .  .  .  .117 

Sailing 82 

Sally  in  Our  Alley  ...  73 

Schneider's  Band  ....  22 

School  Days 76 

She's  Gone,  Let  Her  Go  .  22 

Soldier's  Farewell  ...  58 

Soldiers'  Field  ....  10 

Solomon  Levi 45 

Son  of  a  Gambolier  ...  41 

Spanish  Cavalier  ....  53 

Sparkling  Piper  Heidsieck  .  20 

Stand  by  Your  Glasses  .  .  80 

Stars  of  the  Summer  Night  26 

Stein  Song 21 

Sweet  and  Low  ....  59 

Sweet  Evelina 49 

Swing  Low,  Sweet  Chariot  103 

Sweet  Rosie  O'Grady  .  .  75 

Tara's  Harp 27 

Tarpaulin  Jacket,  The  .  .  44 
Tenting  on  the  Old  Camp 

Ground Ill 

There's  Music  in  the  Air  .  25 
There  Is  a  Tavern  in  the 

Town 39 

Those  Endearing  Young 

Charms 56 

Thou  Art  My  Own  Love  .  65 

Toast,  A 11 

Tombigbee  River  ....  98 
Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp  .  .114 

Two  Roses,  The  ....  27 

Uncle  Ned 90 

Upidee 24 

Up  the  Street 8 

Vive  1'Amour 35 

Wait  for  the  Wagon  .  .  57 
Way  Down  Yondah  in  de 

Cawn  Field  ....  93 
'Way  Up  on  the  Mountain 

Top 37 

I  Wearing  of  the  Green  .  .  88 

1  We're  Tenting  To-Night  .  Ill 

What  Can  the  Matter  Be?  .  66 
When  Johnny  Comes  March 
ing  Home  .  .  .  .115 

White  Wings 65 

Yale  Men  Say 8 

Yankee  Doodle  .  .  109 


COLLEGE   SONGS 


FAIR    HARVARD. 

Fair   Harvard!   thy  sons  to  thy  jubilee  throng, 

And  with  blessings  surrender  thee  o'er, 
By  these  festival-rites,  from  the  age  that  is  past, 

To  the  age  that  is  waiting  before. 
O  relic  and  type  of  our  ancestors'  worth, 

That  has  long  kept  their  memory  warm! 
First  flow'r  of  their  wilderness!  star  of  their  night, 

Calm  rising  through  change  and  through  storm. 

To  thy  bow'rs  we  were  led  in  the  bloom  of  our  youth, 

From  the  home  of  our  infantile  years — 
When  our  fathers  had  warn'd  and  our  mothers  had  prayed, 

And  our  sisters  had  blest  through  their  tears. 
Thou,  then,  wert  our  parent, — the  nurse  of  our  souls, — 

We  were  moulded  to  manhood  by  thee, 
Till,   freighted  with  treasure-thoughts,   friendships  and 
hopes, — 

Thou  didst  launch  us  on  Destiny's  sea. 

When,  as  pilgrims,  we  come  to  revisit  thy  halls, 

To  what  kindlings  the  season  gives  birth! 
Thy  shades  are  more  soothing,  thy  sunlight  more  dear, 

Than  descend  on  less  privileged  earth; 
For  the  good  and  the  great,  in  their  beautiful  prime, 

Through  thy  precincts  have  musingly  trod; 
As  they  girded  their  spirits,  or  deepened  the  streams, 

That  make  glad  the  fair  city  of  God. 

Farewell!    be    thy   destinies    onward    and   bright! 

To  thy  children  the  lesson  still  give, 
With  freedom  to  think,  and  with  patience  to  bear, 

And  for  right  ever  bravely  to  live. 
Let  not  moss-covered  error  moor  thee  at  its  side, 

As  the  world  on  Truth's  current  glides  by; 
Be  the  herald  of  light  and  the  bearer  of  love, 

Till  the  stock  of  the  Puritans  die. 


HERE'S    A    HEALTH    TO    KING    CHARLES! 

Bring  the  bowl  which  you  boast,  fill  it  up  to  the  brim; 
Here's  to  him  we  love  most,  and  to  all  who  love  him! 
Brave  gallants,  stand  up,  and  avaunt,  ye  base  carles! 
Were  there  death  in  the  cup,  were  there  death  in  the  cup, 
Here's  a  health  to  King  Charles!    Here's  a  health  to  King 
Charles! 

Chorus. 
Brave  gallants,  stand  up, 

And  avaunt,  ye  base  carles! 
Were  there  death  in  the  cup, 
Were  there  death  in  the  cup, 
Were  there  death  in  the  cup, 
Here's  a  health  to  King  Charles! 
Here's  a  health  to  King  Charles! 

Tho'  he  wanders  'mong  dangers,  neglected,  alone, 
Unaided  'mid  strangers,   estranged  from  his  own; 
Tho'  'tis  under  our  breath,  amid  forfeits  and  perils, 
Yet  loyal  to  death,  yet  loyal  to  death, 

Here's  a  health  to  King  Charles!    Here's  a  health  to  King 
Charles! 

Let  the  homage  abound  which  the  times  can  afford; 

The  knee  on  the  ground  and  the  hand  on  the  sword; 

But  the  time  shall  come  round,  when  'mid  lords,  dukes,  and 

earls, 

The  loud  trumpet  shall  sound,  the  loud  trumpet  shall  sound, 
Here's  a  health  to  King  Charles!     Here's  a  health  to  King 

Charles! 


GENERAL   GRANT. 

How  well  I  remember  the  days  of  Forty-nine, 

When  the  old  hoss  stuck  in  the  mire; 
And  Squire  Bill  Jones  came  a-runnin'  down  the  road, 

Yellin,  "By  Gosh,  Si!  there's  a  fire!" 
Then  I  called  to  my  wife  for  to  fetch  my  rubber  boots, 

And  I  kissed  my  gal  Irene; 
An'  Squire  Bill  and  I  went  a-whizzin'  down  the  road 

For  to  run  with  the  old  machine. 

Chorus. 
For  to  run  with  the  old  machine,  BY  GOSH!! 

For  to  run  with  the  old  machine — 
Then  Squire  Bill  and  I  went  a-whizzin'  down  ;he  road 

For  to  run  with  the  old  machine. 


How  well  I  remember  the  days  of  Sixty-one, 

When  the  cannon  -balls  were  flying  by  the  peck; 
Along  came  a  cannon  ball  a-whizzin'  through  the  air 

And  it  struck  Bill  Jones  in  the  neck. 
Then  up  jumps  Bill,  says  he  "My  neck  is  tough; 

They're  tryin'  for  to  kill  me  but  they  can't" — 
In  those  good  old  days  beneath  the  Stars  and  Stripes, 

When  we  fit  for  General  Grant. 

Chorus. 
When  we  fit  for  General  Grant,  BY  GOSH!! 

When  we  fit  for  General  Grant. 
In  those  good  old  days  beneath  the  Stars  and  Stripes, 

When  we  fit  for  General  Grant. 


THE  LEVEE  SONG. 

I  once  did  know  a  girl  named  Grace — 

While  wukkin'  on  de  levee, 
She  done  brung  me  to  dis  sad  disgrace 

While  wukkin'  on  de  levee. 

Chorus. 

I  been  wukkin'  on  de  railroad  all  de  livelong  day; 
I  been  wukkin'  on  de  railroad  ter  pass  the  time  away. 
Doan'  yuh  hyah  de  whistle  bio  win'?    Rise  up,  so  uhly  in 

de  mawn; 
Doan'    yuh    hyah    de    cap'n    shoutin',    "Dinah,    blow    yo* 

hawn"? 

Sing  a  song  o'  the  city,  roll  dat  cotton  bale; 
Niggah  ain'  half  so  happy  as  when  he's  out  o'  jail. 
Norfolk  foh  its  oystah-shells,  Boston  for  its  beans; 
Cha'leston  foh  its  rice  an'  cawn,  but  foh  niggahs — New 
Awleans. 

Chorus. 

I  been  wukkin'  on  de  railroad  all  de  livelong  day; 
I  been  wukkin'  on  de  railroad  ter  pass  the  time  away. 
Doan'  yuh  hyah  de  whistle  bio  win'?    Rise  up,  so  uhly  in 

de  mawn; 
Doan'   yuh    hyah    de    cap'n    shoutin',    "Dinah,    blow    yo' 

hawn"? 


THE    LITTLE    OLD    RED    SHAWL. 

Oh,  that  little  old  red  shawl, 

That  little  old  red  shawl, 
That  little  old  red  shawl  my  mother  wore; 

It  was  tatter'd,  it  was  torn, 

It  show'd  signs  of  being  worn, 
That  little  old  red  shawl  my  mother  wore. 

Oh!  that  little  team  from  Yale, 
That  little  team  from  Yale, 

That  little  team  from  Yale,  it  will  not  score. 
It  looks  tatter'd,  it  looks  torn, 
It  shows  signs  of  being  worn, 

That  little  blue  Yale  team,  it  will  not  score! 


UP  THE  STREET. 

Look  where  the  Crimson  banners  fly! 

Hark!  to  the  sound  of  tramping  feet! 
There  is  a  host  approaching  nigh — 

Harvard  is  marching  up  the  street, 
Onward  to  victory  again! 

Marching  with  drum-beat  and  with  song — 
Hear  the  refrain 

As  it  thunders  along — as  it  thunders  along! 

Behold!  they  come  in  view, 

Who  wear  the  Crimson  hue! 
Whose  arms  are  strong,  whose  hearts  are  true! 

Ever  to  Harvard,  ever  to  Harvard! 
And  Harvard's  glory  shall  be  our  aim, 

And  through  the  ages  the  sound  shall  roll, 
When  altogether  we  cheer  her  name — 

When  we  cheer  her  with  heart  and  soul! 


YALE  MEN  SAY. 

Yale  men  say  their  crew  is  bound  to  win; 
Let  them  talk  and  put  up  all  their  tin. 
We  will  bet  every  cent  we've  got  in  view, 
We'll  show  four  miles  of  rudder  to  the  great  New  Haven 
crew. 

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JOHNNY  HARVARD. 

Oh,  here's  to  Johnny  Harvard!  fill  him  up  a  full  glass — 
Fill  him  up  a  glass  to  his  name  and  fame, 
And  at  the  same  time  don't  forget  his  true  love, 
Fill  her  up  a  bumper  to  the  brim. 

Then  drink,  drink,  drink,  drink, 
Pass  the  wine  cup  free; 
Clink,  clink,   clink,  clink, 
Jolly  boys  are  we; 
Free  from  care  and  despair, 
What   care  we? 
'Tis  wine,  divine, 
That  brings  us  jollity. 

Oh,  here's  to  Johnny  Harvard!  fill  him  up  a  full  glass- 
Fill  him  up  a  glass  to  his  name  and  fame, 
And  at  the  same  time  don't  forget  his  true  love — 
Fill  her  up  a  bumper  to  the  brim. 

We  never  drink,  'tis  very  clear, 
Because  the  "fizz"  is  very  dear; 
But  roll  us  in  a  keg  of  beer 
And  watch  us  wink,  wink,  wink. 

Then  drink,  drink,  drink,  drink, 
Pass  the  wine  cup  free; 
Clink,  clink,  clink,  clink, 
Jolly  boys  are  we; 
Free  from  care  and  despair, 
What   care  we? 
'Tis  wine,  divine, 
That  brings  us  jollity. 


GLORY   FOR   THE    CRIMSON. 

(Tune  of  "John  Brown's  Body.") 

Raise  the  Crimson  ensign  to  the  place  it  held  of  yore! 
In  the  loyal  spirit  that  shall  live  forevermore! 
The  sun  will  set  in  Crimson  as  the  sun  has  set  before, 

For  this  is  Harvard's  Day! 

Chorus. 

Glory!  glory  for  the  Crimson! 

Glory!  glory  for  the  Crimson! 

Glory!  glory  for  the  Crimson! 

For  this  is  Harvard's  Day! 


OUR  DIRECTOR. 

Hard  luck  for  poor  old  Eli, 

Tough  on  the  blue; 
Now,   all    together — 

Smash  them,  and  break  through. 
'Gainst  the  line  of  Crimson 

They  can't  prevail; 
Three  cheers  for  Harvard! 

And  down  with  Yale! 

Rah!  Rah!  Rah! 
'Gainst  the  line  of  Crimson 

They  can't  prevail; 
Three  cheers  for  Harvard! 

And  down  with  Yale! 


MARSEILLAISE. 

The  cheers  from  the  Harvard  hosts  ring  high, 

While  the  Crimson  banner's  streaming; 
Lift  the  Crimson  glory  to  the  sky 

Where  the  sunset  red  is  gleaming — 
And  our  hearts  beat  fast  for  old  Harvard. 
To  her  name  shall  her  sons  be  ever  true; 

Long  live her  glorious  fame! 

Long  live her  glorious  fame! 

(Everybody  up.) 

Then  stand,  and  raise  your  colors  on  high. 
On!  on to  victory! 


SOLDIERS'  FIELD. 

O'er  the  stands  in  flaming  crimson, 

Harvard's   colors  fly, 
Cheer  on  cheer  like  peals  of  thunder 

Echo  to  the  sky. 
See  the  Harvard  hosts  advancing 

Ever  more  and  more; 
Then  it's  fight,  fight,  fight, 
For  we  win  to-night, — 

And  it's  Harvard  forevermore! 

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THE   GRIDIRON   KING. 

Then  hit  the  line  for   Harvard, 

For  Harvard  wins  to-day! 
We  will  show  the  sons  of  Eli 

That  the  Crimson  still  holds  sway. 
Sweep  down  the  field  again— 

Victory  or  die! 
And  we'll  give  the  grand  old  cheer,  boys, 

When  the  Harvard  team  goes  by. 

Hit  the  line  for  Harvard, 

For  Harvard  wins  to-day! 
We  will  show  the  sons  of  Eli 

That  the  Crimson  still  holds  sway. 
Sweep  down  the  field  again — 

Victory  or  die! 
And  we'll  give  the  grand  old  cheer,  boys, 

When  the  Harvard  team  goes  by. 


A    TOAST. 

Oh,  the  king  will  take  the  queen, 
And  the  queen  will  take  the  jack; 

And  now  we're  in  your  company, 
We'll  drink  to  all  the  pack. 

Chorus. 
Here's  to  you,  my  jovial  soul, 

Here's  to  you,  with  all  my  heart; 
And  now  we're  in  your  company, 

We'll  drink  before  we  part: 
Here's  to  you,  Johnny  Harvard. 

Oh,  the  ten  will  take  the  nine, 
And  the  nine  will  take  the  eight; 

And  now  we're  in  your  company, 
We  won't  go  home  till  late. 

Oh,  the  seven  will  take  the  six, 
And  the  five  will  take  the  four; 

And  now  we're  in  your  company, 
We'll  have  a  bottle  more. 

Oh,  the  three  will  take  the  two, 
And  the  ace  will  take  'em  all; 

And  now  we're  in  your  company, 
We  won't  go  home  at  all. 

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IT'S  A  WAY  WE  HAVE   AT   OLD   HARVARD. 

It's  a  way  we  have  at  old  Harvard, 
It's  a  way  we  have  at  old  Harvard, 
It's  a  way  we  have  at  old  Harvard, 

To  drive  dull  care  away; 

To  drive  dull  care  away, 

To  drive  dull  care  away, 
It's  a  way  we  have  at  old  Harvard, 
It's  a  way  we  have  at  old  Harvard, 
It's  a  way  we  have  at  old  Harvard, 

To  drive  dull  care  away. 

For  we  think  it  is  no  sin,  sir, 
To  take  the  Freshmen  in,  sir, 
And  ease  them  of  their  tin,  sir, 

To  drive  dull  care  away; 

To  drive  dull  care  away,  etc. 

For  we  think  it  is  but  right,  sir, 

On  Wednesday  and  Saturday  night,  sir, 

To  get  most  gloriously  tight,  sir, 

To  drive  dull  care  away; 

To  drive  dull  care  away,  etc. 

Finale. 

For  he's  a  jolly  good  fellow, 
For  he's  a  jolly  good  fellow, 
For  he's  a  jolly  good  fellow, 

Which  nobody  can  deny; 

Which  nobody  can  deny, 

Which  nobody  can  deny, 
For  he's  a  jolly  good  fellow, 
For  he's  a  jolly  good  fellow, 
For  he's  a  jolly  good  fellow, 

Which  nobody  can  deny. 

(The  song  is  ended  by  the  following  stanza  to   the  tune  of 

"God    Save  the  Queen.") 

So  say  we  all  of  us, 

So  say  we  all  of  us, 

So  say  we  all. 

So  say  we  all  of  us, 

So  say  we  all  of  us, 

So  say  we  all  of  us, 

So  say  we  all! 


12 


THE  POCO'S  DAUGHTER. 

A  poco  lived  on  Brighton  Street, 
To   get  him  bread  and  beef  to  eat 
He  would  the  verdant  students  cheat, 

Down  by  Charles  River's  water. 
To  keep  his  homestead  clean  and  neat 
He  had  a  maiden  rare  and  sweet, 
She'd  big  black  eyes  and  little  white  feet, 

Katrina,   the   poco's   daughter. 

Chorus. 

O  Poco,  Poco!  keep  thine  eye 
On  the  dark-haired  girl,  for  she  is  sly* 
Or  you'll  be  sorry  by  and  by, 
You  ever  had  a  daughter. 

Now  to  this  poco's  shop  one  day 
A   Sophomore  did  wend  his  way, 
To  sell  his  coat,  that  he  might  pay 

His  board-bill  for  the  quarter. 
But  when  he  saw  the  maiden  gay, 
He  said,  "I  love  thee,  charming  fay! 
Then  skip  into  my  arms,  I  pray, 

Thou  lovely  poco's  daughter." 

The  maid  consented,  when  she  saw 
The  poco   sleeping  on  the  floor; 
But  all  too  soon  her  bliss  was  o'er, 

For  oh!  he  woke,  and  caught  her. 
His  hair  stood  up  at  the  sight  he  saw, 
For  just  behind  the  kitchen  door 
There  stood  that  wicked  Sophomore, 

A-kissing  of  his  daughter. 

For  very  wrath  his  nose  grew  blue, 
He  did  not  know  what  he  did  do, 
But  straightway  seized  the  wicked  two, 

The  Sophy  and  his  daughter. 
He  sewed  them  up  in  meal-bags  two, 
Which  to  the  river's  bank  he  drew, 
And  then  the  naughty  pair  he  threw, 

Into    Charles   River's  water. 

Chorus. 

O   Poco   bold!   thou  did'st  anni- 
Hilate  the  maid,  and  she  did  die; 
And  you  were  sorry,  by  and  by, 
You  ever  had  a  daughter. 

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BRIGHT  COLLEGE  YEARS. 

Bright  college  years,  with  pleasure  rife, 
The  shortest,  gladdest  years  of  life; 
How  swiftly  are  ye  gliding  by, 
Oh,  why  doth  time  so  quickly  fly! 
The  seasons  come,  the  seasons  go, 
The  earth  is  green,  or  white  with  snow; 
But  time  and  change  shall  naught  avail, 
To  break  the  friendships  formed  at  Yale. 

We  all  must  leave  this  college  home, 
About  the  stormy  world  to  roam; 
But  though  the  mighty  ocean's  tide 
Should  us  from  dear  old  Yale  divide, 
As  round  the  oak  the  ivy  twines 
The  clinging  tendrils  of  its  vines, 
So  are  our  hearts  close  bound  to  Yale 
By  ties  of  love  that  ne'er  shall  fail. 

In  after  life,  should  troubles  rise, 

To  cloud  the  blue  of  sunny  skies, 

How  bright  will  seem,  through  memory's  haze, 

The  happy,  golden,  bygone  days! 

Oh,  let  us  strive  that  ever  we 

May  let  these  words  our  watch-cry  be, 

Where'er  upon  life's  sea  we  sail: 

"For  God,  for  Country,  and  for  Yale." 


HAIL,  STANFORD,  HAIL! 

Where  the  rolling  foothills  rise  up  t'wards  mountains  higher, 
Where  at  eve  the  Coast  Range  lies,  in  the  sunset  fire, 
Flushing  deep  and  paling;  here  we  raise  our  voices  hailing 
Thee,  our  Alma  Mater. 

Refrain. 


From  the  foothills  to  the  bay, 

It  shall  ring,  as  we  sing, 
It  shall  ring  and  float  away; 

Hail,  Stanford,  hail! 

Hail,  Stanford,  hail! 


Tender  vistas  ever  new  through  the  arches  meet  the  eyes, 
Where  the  red  roofs  rim  the  blue  of  the  sun-steeped  skier. 
Fleck'd  with  cloudlets  sailing;  here  we  raise  our  voices  hailing 
Thee,  our  Alma  Mater. 

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When  the  moonlight  bath'd  arcade  stands  in  evening  calms, 
When  the  light  wind  half  afraid  whispers  in  the  palms, 
Far  off  swelling,  failing;  student  voices  glad  are  hailing 
Thee,  our  Alma  Mater. 


OLD  NASSAU. 

Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  voice, 

Bid  ev'ry  care  withdraw; 
Let  all  with  one  accord  rejoice, 

In  praise  of  old  Nassau. 

Chorus. 
In  praise  of  old  Nassau,  my  boys, 

Hurrah!  hurrah!  hurrah! 
Her  sons  will  give,  while  they  shall  live, 

Three  cheers  for  old  Nassau! 

Let  music  rule  the  fleeting  hour, — 

Her  mantle  round  us  draw; 
And  thrill  each  heart  with  all  her  power, 

In  praise  of  old  Nassau. 
Chorus. — In  praise  of  old  Nassau,  my  boys,  etc. 

No  flow'ry  chaplet  would  we  twine, 

To  wither  and  decay; 
The  gems  that  sparkle  in  her  crown 

Shall  never  pass  away. 
Chorus. — Shall  never  pass  away,  my  boys,  etc. 

And  when  these  walls  in  dust  are  laid, 

With  reverence  and  awe, 
Another  throng  shall  breathe  our  song, 

In  praise  of  old  Nassau. 
Chorus. — In  praise  of  old  Nassau,  etc. 

Till  then  with  joy  our  songs  we'll  bring, 

And  while  a  breath  we  draw, 
We'll  all  unite  to  shout  and  sing, 

Long  life  to  old  Nassau. 
Chorus. — Long  life  to  old  Nassau,  my  boys,  etc. 


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ALL  FOR  THE  SAKE  OF  CALIFORNIA. 

Come,  all  ye  California  men,  we'll  raise  a  song 

All  for  the  sake  of  California, 
A  jolly  chorus,  fellows,  and  we'll  sing  it  loud  and  long, 

All  for  the  sake  of  California. 

Beneath  the  oaks  that  crown  the  hills  beside  the  Golden  Gate, 
We'll  pledge  the  Golden  Vars'ty  of  our  famous  Golden  State. 
While,  up  above,  the  Golden  Bear  is  watching  o'er  our  fate, 

All  for  the  sake  of  California. 

Chorus. 

For  the  sake  of  California  many  things  we  do; 
And  to-night  we're  celebrating  for  the  Gold  and  Blue; 
It  may  appear  we're  singing  here 
Of  things  that  are  both  strange  and  queer, 
But  it's  all  for  the  sake  of  California. 

For  many  years  we  waited  for  a  President  to  appear, 

All  for  the  sake  of  California, 
To  lead  us  onward  hand  in  hand  to  triumphs  that  were  near, 

All  for  the  sake  of  California. 

At  last  one  came.    A  noble  friend  and  comrade  is  he  now, 
We'll  stick  to  him  through  coming  years,  and  loyalty  we  vow. 
Then    here's    three    cheers    for    President   Wheeler    with    an 
Oskiwow! 

All  for  the  sake  of  California. 

Chorus. 

For  the  sake  of  California  many  things  we  do, 
But  the  Regents  found  a  man  who  was  both  tried  and 

true. 

We're  satisfied  with  Benjamin  Ide 
And  with  him  we'll  stand  side  by  side, 
But  it's  all  for  the  sake  of  California. 

For  years  we  have  been  working  in  our  buildings  old  and 
gray, 

All  for  the  sake  of  California, 
But  now  at  last  we  know  that  they  will  not  be  there  to  stay, 

All  for  the  sake  of  California. 

A  noble  woman  saw  our  need  and  stretched  a  helping  hand 
To  make  our  University  the  finest  in  the  land. 
Then  here's  three  cheers  for  Mrs.  Hearst  and  for  her  purpose 
grand, 

All  for  the  sake  of  California. 


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Chorus. 

For  the  sake  of  California  many  things  we  do, 
And  to-night  we're  celebrating  for  the  Gold  and  Blue. 
The  greater  University 
Upon  the  campus  soon  will  be, 

But  it's  all  for  the  sake  of  California. 


BOOLA,  BOOLA. 

Well,  here  we  are;  well,  here  we  are! 

Just  watch  us  rolling  up  a  score. 
We'll  leave   those  fellows   behind  so   far, 
They  won't  want  to  play  us  any  more! 
We've  hope  and  faith  in  Eli  Yale! 
To  win  we  cannot  fail! 
Well,  a  Boola,  Boo,  Boola,  Boola,  Boo, 
Boola,   Boo,   Boola,   'oola,   Boola,   Boo. 

Chorus. 

Boola,  Boola,  Boola,  Boola, 

Boola,  Boola,  Boola,  Boola, 
When  we're  through  with  those  poor  fellows, 
They   will   holler,    "Boola,    Boo, 

Oh,  Yale,  Eli  Yale, 

Oh,  Yale,  Eli  Yale, 
Oh,    Yale,    Eli   Yale, 
Oh,  Yale,  Eli  (or  spoken  Rah!  Rah!  Rah!)  Yale. 

Now,  isn't  it  a  shame,  now,  isn't  it  a  shame, 

To  do  those  fellows  up  so  bad? 
We've  done  it  before,  we  can  do  it  once  more, 
Though   they'll   feel   very,   very   sad. 
We'll  roll  up  the  score  so  very  high, 
That  you  will  hear  them  sigh, 
"Boola,  Boola,  Boo,  Boola,  Boola,  Boo, 
Boola,  Boo,  Boola,  'oola,  Boola,  Boo." 


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THE  POPE. 

The  Pope  he  leads  a  jolly  life,  jolly  life; 

He's  free  from  ev'ry  care  and  strife,  care  and  strife, 

He  drinks  the  best  of  Rhenish  wine — 

I  would  the  Pope's  gay  life  were  mine; 

He  drinks  the  best  of  Rhenish  wine — 

I  would  the  Pope's  gay  life  were  mine. 

But  he  don't  lead  a  jolly  life,  jolly  life; 

He  has  no  maid  or  blooming  wife,  blooming  wife, 

He  has  no  son  to  raise  his  hope — 

Oh!  I  would  not  be  the  Pope. 

The  Sultan  better  pleases  me,  pleases  me, 
His  life  is  full  of  jollity,  jollity, 
His  wives  are  many  as  he  will — 
I  fain  the  Sultan's  throne  would  fill. 

But  still  he  is  a  wretched  man,  wretched  man, 
He  must  obey  the  Alkoran,  Alkoran, 
He  dare  not  drink  one  drop  of  wine — 
I  would  not  change  his  lot  for  mine. 

So,  when  my  sweetheart  kisses  me,  kisses  me, 
I'll  think  that  I'd  the  Sultan  be,  Sultan  be, 
And  when  my  Rhenish  wine  I  tope, 
Oh,  then  I'll  think  that  I'm  the  Pope. 


THE  PARTY  AT  ODD  FELLOWS'  HALL. 

I  met  my  friend  Patrick  McKenna, 

One  evening  on  Washington  Street, 
He  said  to  me,  "Hy,  Timmy  Doolan, 

Here's  a  ticket  will  give  you  a  treat." 
I  took  up  the  card  that  he  offered, 

'Twas  not  very  large,  'twas  not  small, 
It  said  "Admit  a  gent  and  a  lady 

To  the  party  at  Odd  Fellows'  Hall." 

Chorus. 
Waltzes,  polkas,  lancers,  galops,   glides, 

Portland  fancy,  quadrilles  and  reels  and  slides, 
Highlos,  didos,  how  they  danced  'em  all, 

I'll  never  forget  the  time,  you  can  bet, 
I  went  down  to  Odd  Fellows'  Hall. 

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I  paid  fifty  cents  for  the  ticket, 

Then  I  called  on  Miss  Bridget  McCann, 
She  said  she  would  go  to  the  party 

'Cause  I  was  such  an  elegant  man. 
So  we  went  down  and  jumped  in  a  herdic, 

The  driver  says:    "Where  shall  I  call?" 
Says  I,  in  a  dignified  manner: 

"You  can  take  us  to  Odd  Fellows'  Hall." 

McKenna,  he  was  floor  director; 

He  wore  a  green  badge  on  his  chest, 
A  pink  necktie  tucked  in  his  shirt-front; 

Begob,  he  was  handsomely  dressed. 
And  when  he  waltzed  off  with  Miss  Bridget, 

Sure,  I  was  n't  in  it  at  all, 
But  says  I,  to  meself,  "Whist,  McKenna, 

There's  more  than  one  man  in  this  Hall." 


KENTUCKY    BABE. 

'Skeeters  am  a-hummin'  on  de  honeysuckle  vine, 

Sleep,  Kentucky  Babe! 
Sandman  am  a-comin'  to  dis  little  coon  of  mine, 

Sleep,  Kentucky  Babe! 

Silv'ry  moon  am  shinin'  in  de  heabens  up  above, 
Bobolink  am  pinin'  fo'  his  little  lady  love. 
You  is  mighty  lucky,  Babe  of  old  Kentucky, 
Close  yo'  eyes  in  sleep. 

Refrain. 
Fly  away,  la  la  la  la,  fly  away, 

Kentucky  Babe,  fly  away  to  rest, 
Fly  away,  la  la  la  la, 
Lay  yo'  kinky,  wooly  head  on  yo'  mammy's  breast. 

Daddy's  in  de  canebrake  wid  his  little  dog  and  gun, 

Sleep,  Kentucky  Babe! 
Possum  fo'  yo'  breakfast  when  yo'  sleepin'  time  is  done, 

Sleep,  Kentucky  Babe! 

Bogie  man  '11  ketch  yo'  sure  unless  yo'  close  yo'  eyes, 
Waitin'  jes'  outside  de  doo'  to  take  yo'  by  surprise. 
Bes'  be  keepin'  shady,  little  colored  lady, 
Close  yo'  eyes  in  sleep. 

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SPARKLING  PIPER  HEIDSIECK. 

Oh,  some  may  sing  of  Sweet  Moselle, — 

Of  Topaz,  Sherry,  Ruby,  Port; 
For  common  wines  they'll  do  quite  well, 

But  as  for  me,  they're  not  the  sort. 
Fill  me  a  bumper  to  the  brim, 

Of  Piper  Heidsieck,  sparkling  gay, 
And  every  care  and  shadow  dim 

Will  take  the  hint  and  fly  away. 

Chorus. 

Heidsieck,  Piper  Heidsieck! 
That  is  the  wine,  boys,  bumper  divine,  boys, 

Heidsieck,  Piper  Heidsieck! 
That  is  the  wine,  boys,  the  wine  for  me. 

For  Rhine  wine  some  may  have  a  taste, 

And  some  may  fancy  other  brands; 
But  as  for  me,  when  on  the  spree, 

The  wine  I  drink  unrivalled  stands. 
It  softly  climbs  up  to  my  brain, 

And  sings  for  me  the  sweetest  songs; 
While  all  the  joys  of  life  again 

Come  flocking  'round  in  fairy  throngs! 

Oh,  'tis  the  wine  I  love  to  drink, 

It  keeps  me  merry  all  the  year! 
What  joy  to  see  its  bubbles  wink 

Like  diamond  eyes  we  love  so  dear. 
Take  whiskey,  brandy,  if  you  choose, 

No  pleasure  in  the  draught  I  see; 
But  oh  to  drive  away  the  blues 

It's  Piper  Heidsieck,  boys,  for  me! 

It  makes  you  ev'ry  pain  forget, 

It  makes  the  darkest  day  so  bright; 
The  only  draught  I've  seen  as  yet 

To  tempt  a  fellow's  appetite. 
Tho'  "cocktails"  are  the  style  at  morn, 

When  heads  are  dizzy,  very  queer, 
The  drink  to  take  when  you  feel  gone 

Is  Piper  Heidsieck,  sparkling  clear! 


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STEIN    SONG. 

Give  a  rouse,  then,  in  the  May-time, 

For  a  life  that  knows  no  fear! 
Turn  night-time  into  day-time 

With  the  sunlight  of  good  cheer! 

For  it's  always  fair  weather  when  good  fellows  get  together, 
With  a  stein  on  the  table  and  a  good  song  ringing  clear. 

Chorus. 

For  it's  always  fair  weather  when  good  fellows  get  together, 
With  a  stein  on  the  table  and  a  good  song  ringing  clear. 

Oh,  we're  all  frank-and-twenty 

When  the  spring  is  in  the  air; 
And  we've  faith  and  hope  a-plenty, 
And  we've  life  and  love  to  spare; 

And  it's  birds  of  a  feather  when  good  fellows  get  together, 
With  a  stein  on  the  table  and  a  heart  without  a  care. 

For  we  know  the  world  is  glorious, 

And  the  goal  a  golden  thing, 
And  that  God  is  not  censorious 

When  His  children  have  their  fling; 

And  life  slips  its  tether  when  good  fellows  get  together, 
With  a  stein  on  the  table  in  the  fellowship  of  spring. 

When  the  wind  comes  up  from  Cuba 

And  the  birds  are  on  the  wing, 
And  our  hearts  are  patting  juba 

To  the  banjo  of  the  spring, 

Then  life  slips  its  tether  when  good  fellows  get  together, 
With  a  stein  on  the  table  in  the  fellowship  of  spring. 


BRING  THE  WAGON  HOME,  JOHN. 

Oh  bring  the  wagon  home,  John,  it  cannot  hold  us  all; 
We  used  to  ride  about  in  it  when  you  and  I  were  small. 
O  bring  the  wagon  home,  John,  it  cannot  hold  us  all; 
We  used  to  ride  about  in  it  when  you  and  I  were  small. 


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SCHNEIDER'S  BAND. 

Soldiers    marching    up    the    street, 

To  music  grand  on  ev'ry  hand. 
All  the  people  run  to  meet 

And  welcome  Schneider's  Band. 

Chorus. 
Hear  them,  the  people  cheer  them  as  they  draw  near  them 

to  music  grand. 
They  play  so  fine  now  that  "Watch  on  Rhine,"  now  that  is 

sublime  now  on  Schneider's  Band. 
That   was   such   bully   music  fine,   that    German   "Watch  on 

Rhine." 

But  when  you  hear  the  music  play  so  sweet, 
See  the  band  a-marching  up  the  street. 

Why  is  it  the  music  plays  so  grand? 
Who  is  it  you  think  that  leads  the  band? 
You  hear  the  music  play,  you  hear  the  people  say, 

It  surely  must  be  Schneider  leads  the  band. 
You  hear  the  music  play,  and  as  they  march  away, 

You  know  it  must  be  Schneider  leads  the  band. 

Proudly  marching  on  before, 

He  looks  so  grand  with  staff  in  hand. 

See  that  major  of  the  corps, 
They  call  it  Schneider's  Band. 


SHE'S  GONE,  LET  HER  GO. 

They  say  true  love  is  a  blessing, 
But  the  blessing  I  never  could  see, 

For  the  only  girl  I  ever  loved 
Has  done  gone  back  on  me. 

Chorus. 
She's  gone,  let  her  go,  God  bless  her, 

For  she's  mine  wherever  she  may  be, 
You  may  roam  this  wide  world  all  over, 

But  you'll  never  find  a  friend  like  me. 

There  may  be  a  change  in  the  weather, 
There  may  be  a  change  in  the  sea, 

There  may  be  a  change  all  over, 
But  there'll  never  be  a  change  in  me. 


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THE  DUTCH  COMPANY. 

O  when  you  hear  the  roll  of  the  big  bass-drum, 
Then  you  may  know  that  the  Dutch  have  come, 

Chorus. 

For  the  Dutch  company  is  the  best  company 
That  ever  came  over  from  old  Germany. 
Hora,  hora,  hora,  tra  la  la  la, 
Hora,  hora,  hora,  tra  la  la  la, 

Tra  la  la  la  lae, 

Tra  la  la  la  lae, 

He's  mine  oyster  raw. 

When  Greek  meets  Greek  then  comes  the  tug-of-war, 
When  Dutch  meets  Dutch  then  comes  the  lager  beer. 


DUTCH    WARBLER. 

Oh  where,  oh  where  ish  mine  little  dog  gone; 

Oh  where,  oh  where  can  he  be? 
His  ears  cut  short  and  his  tail  cut  long; 

Oh  where,  oh  where  ish  he? 

Chorus. 
Tra  la,  la,  la,— la,  la,  la,— la,  la,  la,  la, 

La,  la,  la,— la,  la,  la,— la,  la,  la,  la, 
Tra  la,  la,  la, — la,  la,  la, — la,  la,  la,  la, 

Tra  la,  la,  la, — la,  la,  la. 

I  loves  mine  lager,  'tish  very  goot  beer, 

Oh  where,  oh  where  can  he  be? 
But  mit  no  money  I  cannot  drink  here. 

Oh  where,  oh  where  ish  he? 

Across  the  ocean  in  Garmanie, 

Oh  where,  oh  where  can  he  be? 
Der  deitcher's  dog  ish  der  best  companie. 

Oh  where,  oh  where  ish  he? 

Un  sasage  ish  goot,  bolonie,  of  course, 

Oh  where,  oh  where  can  he  be? 
Dey  makes  um  mit  dog  und  dey  makes  em  mit  horse, 

I  guess  dey  makes  em  mit  he! 


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UPIDEE. 

The  shades  of  night  were  falling  fast, 

Tra  la  la,  tra  la  la; 
As  through  an  Alpine  village  passed, 

Tra  la  la  la  la! 

A  youth,  who  bore,  'mid  snow  and  ice, 
A  banner  with  the  strange  device: 

Chorus. 

U-pi-dee-i,  dee-i,  da,  U-pi-dee,  U-pi-da, 
U-pi-dee-i,  dee-i,  da,  U-pi-dee-i  da! 

His  brow  was  sad,  his  eye  beneath, 

Tra  la  la,  tra  la  la; 
Flashed  like  a  falchion  from  its  sheath, 

Tra  la  la  la  la! 

And  like  a  silver  clarion,  rung 
The  accents  of  that  unknown  tongue: 

"Oh  stay,"  the  maiden  said,  "and  rest 

Tra  la  la,  tra  la  la; 
"Thy  weary  head  upon  this  breast!" 

Tra  la  la  la  la! 

A  tear  stood  in  his  bright  blue  eye, 
But  still  he  answered  with  a  sigh: 


LAURIGER   HORATIUS. 

Lauriger   Horatius,  quam  dixisti  verum, 
Fugit  Euro  citius,  tempus  edax  rerum. 

Chorus. 

Ubi  sunt,  O,  pocula,  dulciora  melle, 
Rixae,  pax  et  oscula,  Rubentis  puellae. 

Crescit  uva  molliter,  et  puella  crescit, 
Sed  poeta  turpiter,  sitiens  canescit. 

Quid  juvat  aeternitas  nominis;  amare 
Nisi  terrae  filias  licet,   et  potare! 


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THERE'S  MUSIC  IN  THE  AIR. 

There's  music  in  the  air, 

When  the  infant  morn  is  nigh, 
And  faint  its  blush  is  seen 

On  the  bright  and  laughing  sky. 
Many  a  harp's  ecstatic  sound, 

With  its  thrill  of  joy  profound, 
While  we  list  enchanted  there 

To  the  music  in  the  air. 

Chorus. 

Rah,  rah,  rah,  rah!  Siss,  boom,  Ah! 
Rah,  rah,  rah,  rah!  Siss,  boom,  Ah! 
Rah,  rah,  rah,  rah!  Siss,  boom,  Ah! 
With  a  tiger  Siss,  boom!  Ah! 

There's  music  in  the  air, 

When  the  noontide's  sultry  beam 
Reflects  a  golden  light 

On  the  distant  mountain  stream. 
When  beneath  some  grateful  shade, 

Sorrow's  aching  head  is  laid, 
Sweetly  to  the  spirit  there 

Comes  the  music  in  the  air. 

There's  music  in  the  air, 

When  the  twilight's  gentle  sigh 
Is  lost  on  evening's  breast, 

As  the  pensive  beauties  die. 
Then,  O  then  the  loved  ones  gone, 

Wake  the  pure  celestial  song, 
Angel  voices  greet  us  there, 

In  the  music  in  the  air. 


BAVARIAN   YODLE. 

(The  Waterfall.) 

Down  the  mountain  side,  doth  a  streamlet  glide,  Tra  la  (Yodle), 
In  the  sunniest  spot  stands  a  little  cot,  Tra  la  (Yodle). 
In  the  garden  there,  sits  my  sweetheart  fair,  Tra  la  la  (Yodle), 
Gives  me  many  a  kiss  that  she'll  never  miss,  Tra  la  la  (Yodle), 

There  where  water  sweeps,  and  the  chamois  leaps,  Tra  la  (Yodle), 
Where  the  birdlings  sing,  and  the  yodlings  ring,  Tra  la  (Yodle). 
With  my  sweetheart  kind,  is  my  heart  and  mind,  Tra  la  la  (Yodle), 
By  my  darling's  side  let  me  e'er  abide,  Tra  la  la  (Yodle). 

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STARS  OF  THE  SUMMER  NIGHT. 

Stars  of  the  summer  night, 

Far  in  yon  azure  deeps, 
Hide,  hide  your  golden  light, 

She  sleeps,  my  lady  sleeps; 

She  sleeps,  she  sleeps,  my  lady  sleeps. 

Moon  of  the  summer  night, 
Far  down  yon  western  steeps, 

Sink,  sink  in  silver  light, 
She  sleeps,  my  lady  sleeps; 
She  sleeps,  she  sleeps,  my  lady  sleeps. 


ROSALIE. 

I'm  Pierre  de  Bonton  de  Paris,  de  Paris, 
I  drink  my  divine  Eau  de  vie,  Eau  de  vie; 
As  I  ride  out  each  day  in  my  little  coupe, 
I  tell  you  I'm  something  to  see. 

Chorus. 

But  I  care  not  what  others  may  say,  I'm  in  love  with  Rosalie; 
Charming  Rose,  pretty  Rose,  I'm  in  love  with  my  Rosalie. 

I  go  to  the  fete  de  Marquise,  de  Marquise, 
I  go  and  make  love  at  my  ease,  at  my  ease; 
I  go  to  her  pere,  and  demand  for  my  own, 
The  hand  of  my  sweet  Rosalie. 

I'm  Pierre  de  Bonton  de  Paris,  de  Paris, 
'Tis  Pierre,  now  ca-ca;  then  Pierre,  O  ci-ci; 
On  the  Boulevard  gay,  when  I  take  a  short  spiel, 
The  girls  are  all  "onto"  my  automobile! 


GOOD-NIGHT,  LADIES! 

Good-night,  ladies!  good-night,  ladies! 

Good-night,  ladies!    We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 

Chorus. 

Merrily  we  roll  along,  roll  along,  roll  along, 
Merrily  we  roll  along,  o'er  the  dark  blue  sea. 

Farewell,  ladies!  farewell,  ladies! 

Farewell,  ladies!    We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 

Sweet  dreams,   ladies!   sweet  dreams,   ladies! 

Sweet  dreams,  ladies!     We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 

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TARA'S   HARP. 

The  harp  that  once  through  Tara's  halls 

The  soul  of  music  shed; 
Now  hangs  as  mute  on  Tara's  walls, 

As  tho'  that  soul  were  fled. 
So  sleeps  the  pride  of  former  days, 

So  glory's  thrill  is  o'er, 
And  hearts  that  once  beat  high  for  praise 

Now  feel  that  pulse  no  more. 

No  more  to  chiefs  and  ladies  bright 

The  harp  of  Tara  swells; 
The  chord  alone  that  breaks  at  night 

Its  tale  of  ruin  tells: 
Thus  Freedom  now  so  seldom  wakes; 

The  only  throb  she  gives 
Is  when  some  heart,  indignant,  breaks, 

To  show  that  still  she  lives. 


THE   TWO    ROSES. 

On  a  bank  two  roses  fair, 

Wet  with  morning  showers, 

Gemmed  with  dew,  in  fragrance  grew, 
As  I,  pensive,  full  of  care, 

Gathered  two  sweet  flowers. 

Chorus. 

Tell  me,  roses,  truly  tell, 
If  my  fair  one  loves  me  well. 

Thus  in  leaves  of  white  arrayed, 

Not  a  speck  to  dim  them, 

So  I  find  the  spotless  mind 
Which  adorns  my   spotless   maid, 

Innocence's   emblem. 

Like  her  cheeks  the  blushing  ray, 

Which  the  bud  encloses, 

Brighter  far  than  you  they  are; 
But  her  charms,  if  I  should  say, 

You'd  be  jealous,  roses. 


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MY    BONNIE. 

My   Bonnie   lies   over   the  ocean, 

My  Bonnie  lies  over  the  sea; 
My  Bonnie  lies  over  the  ocean, 

Oh,  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

Chorus. 

Bring  back,  bring  back,  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me,  to  me; 
Bring  back,  bring  back,  oh,  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me! 

Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  pillow, 

Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  bed, 
Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  pillow, 

I  dreamt  that  my  Bonnie  was  dead. 

Oh,  blow,  ye  winds,  over  the  ocean, 
And  blow,  ye  winds,  over  the  sea; 

Oh,  blow,  ye  winds,  over  the  ocean, 
And  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

The  winds  have  blown  over  the  ocean, 
The  winds  have  blown  over  the  sea; 

The  winds  have  blown  over  the  ocean, 
And  brought  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 


THE  QUILTING  PARTY. 

In  the  sky  the  bright  stars  glittered, 
On  the  bank  the  pale  moon  shone; 

And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party, 
I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 

Chorus. 

I  was  seeing  Nellie  home, 
I  was  seeing  Nellie  home; 

And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party, 
I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 

On  my  arm  a  soft  hand  rested, 

Rested  light  as  ocean  foam; 
And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party, 

I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 


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On  my  lips  a  whisper  trembled, 

Trembled  till  it  dared  to  come; 
And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party, 

I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 

On  my  life  new  hopes  were  dawning, 

And  those  hopes  have  lived  and  grown, 

And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party, 
I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 


MICHAEL  ROY. 

In  Brooklyn  city  there  lived  a  maid, 

And   she  was  known  to   fame; 
Her  mother's  name  was  Ma-ri  Ann, 

And  hers  was  Ma-ri  Jane; 
And   every    Saturday  morning 

She  used  to  go  over  the  river, 
And  to  the  market,  where  she  sold  eggs, 

And  sassages,  likewise  liver. 

Chorus. 

For  oh!  for  oh!  he  was  my  darling  boy, 

FOR  he  was  the  lad  with  the  auburn  hair,  and  his  name  was 
Michael  Roy. 

She  fell  in  love  with  a  charcoal  man — 

McCloskey  was  his   name; 
His  fighting  weight  was  seven  stone  ten, 

And  he  loved  sweet  Ma-ri  Jane. 
He  took  her  to  ride  in  his  charcoal  cart 

On  a  fine  St.  Patrick's  Day, 
But  the  donkey  took  fright  at  a  Jersey  man, 

And  started  and  ran  away. 

McCloskey  shouted  and  hollered  in  vain, 

For  the  donkey  wouldn't  stop, 
And  he  threw  Ma-ri  Jane  straight  over  his  head 

Right  into   a  policy  shop. 
When  McCloskey  saw  that  terrible  sight, 

His  heart  it  was  moved  with  pity, 
So  he  stabbed  the  donkey  with  a  bit  of  charcoal 

And  started  for  Salt  Lake  City. 


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THE   MIDSHIPMITE. 

Solo. — 'Twas  in  fifty-five,  on  a  winter's  night, 

All. — Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 
Solo. — We'd  got  the  Rooshan  lines  in  sight, 
When  up  comes  a  little  Midshipmite, 
All. — Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 
Solo. — "Who'll  go  ashore,  to-night,"  says  he, 
"An'  spike  their  guns  along  wi'  me?" 
"Why  bless  'ee,  sir,  come  along,"  says  we, 
All. — Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 
Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 

Chorus. 
With  a  long,  long  pull,  an'  a  strong,  strong  pull, 

Gaily,  boys,  make  her  go! 
An'  we'll  drink  to-night  to  the  Midshipmite, 

Singing  cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 

Solo. — We  launch'd  the  cutter  and  shoved  her  out, 

All. — Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 
Solo. — The  lubbers  might  ha'  heard  us  shout, 

As  the  Middy  cried,  "Now,  my  lads,  put  about!" 
All. — Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 

Solo. — We  made  for  the  guns,  an'  we  ramm'd  them  tight, 
But  the  musket  shots  came  left  and  right, 
An'  down  drops  the  poor  little  Midshipmite, 
All. — Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 
Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 

Solo. — "I'm  done  for  now;   good-bye!"  says  he, 

All. — Steadily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 
Solo. — "You  make  for  the  boat,  never  mind  for  me!" 

"We'll  take  'ee  back,  sir,  or  die,"  says  we, 
All. — Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 
Solo.— So  we  hoisted  him  in,  in  a  terrible  plight, 
An'  we  pulled,  ev'ry  man  with  all  his  might, 
An'  saved  the  poor  little  Midshipmite, 
All. — Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 
Cheerily,  my  lads,  yo  ho! 


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CLEMENTINE. 

In  a  cavern,  in  a  canyon,  excavating  for  a  mine, 

Dwelt  a  miner,  forty-niner,  and  his  daughter  Clementine. 

Chorus. 

Oh  my  darling,  oh  my  darling,  oh  my  darling  Clementine, 
You  are  lost  and  gone  forever,  drefful  sorry,  Clementine. 

Light  she  was  and  like  a  fairy,  and  her  shoes  were  number 

nine, 
Herring  boxes,  without  topses,  sandals  were  for  Clementine. 

Drove  she  ducklings  to  the  water,  ev'ry  morning  just  at  nine, 
Hit  her  foot  against  a  splinter,  fell  into  the  foaming  brine. 

Ruby  lips  above  the  water,  blowing  bubbles  soft  and  fine, 
Alas,  for  me!    I  was  no  swimmer,  so  I  lost  my  Clementine. 

In  a   churchyard,   near  the  canyon,   where   the  myrtle   doth 

entwine, 
There  grow  roses,  and  other  posies,  fertilized  by  Clementine. 

Then  the  miner,  forty-niner,  soon  began  to  peak  and  pine, 
Thought  he  "oughter  jine"  his  daughter,  now  he's  with  his 
Clementine. 

In  my  dreams  she  still  doth  haunt  me,  robed  in   garments 

soaked  in  brine, 
Though  in  life  I  used  to  hug  her,  now  she's  dead  I  draw 

the  line. 


BINGO. 

Here's  to  good  old  Yale,  drink  it  down,  drink  it  down; 
Here's  to  good  old  Yale,  drink  it  down,  drink  it  down; 

Here's  to  good  old  Yale, 

She's  so  hearty  and  so  hale, 
Drink  it  down,  drink  it  down,  drink  it  down,  down,  down. 

Choius. 

Balm   of    Gilead,    Gilead,    Balm   of    Gilead,    Gilead,    Balm   of 
Gilead, 

Way  down  on  the  Bingo  farm. 

We  won't  go  there  any  more,  we  won't  go  there  any  more, 
we  won't  go  there  any  more, 

Way  down  on  the  Bingo  farm. 
Bingo,  Bingo,  Bingo,  Bingo,  Bingo,  Bingo, 

Way  down  on  the  Bingo  farm. 

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CO-CA-CHE-LUNK. 

When  we  first  came  on  this  campus, 
Freshmen  we,  as  green  as  grass; 

Now,  as  grave  and  reverend  Seniors, 
Smile  we  over  the  verdant  past. 

Chorus. 

Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, 
Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-lay, 
Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, 
Hi!     O  chik-a-che-lunk-che-lay. 

We  have  fought  the  fight  together, 
We  have  struggled  side  by  side; 

Broken  is  the  bond  that  held  us — 
We  must  cut  our  sticks  and  slide. 

Some  will  go  to  Greece  or  Turkey, 
Some  to  Halifax  or  Rome; 

Some  to  Greenland's  icy  mountains — 
More,  perhaps,  will  stay  at  home. 

When  we  come  again  together, 

Vigintennial  to  pass, 
Wives  and  children  all  included, — 

Won't  we  be  an  uproarious  class? 


NUT  BROWN  MAIDEN. 

Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  bright  blue  eye  for  love, 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  bright  blue  eye; 
A  bright  blue  eye  is  thine,   love! 
The  glance  in  it  is  mine,  love! 

Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  bright  blue  eye  for  love, 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  bright  blue  eye. 

Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  ruby  lip  to  kiss, 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  ruby  lip; 
A  ruby  lip  is  thine,  love! 
The  kissing  of  it's  mine,  love! 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  ruby  lip  to  kiss, 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  ruby  lip. 


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Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  slender  waist  to  clasp, 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  slender  waist; 
A  slender  waist  is  thine,  love! 
The  arm  around  it's  mine,  love! 

Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  slender  waist  to  clasp, 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  a  slender  waist. 

Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  such  pearly,  pearly  teeth, 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  such  pearly  teeth; 
The  pearly  teeth  are  false,  love! 
They  rattle  when  you  waltz,  love! 

Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  such  pearly,  pearly  teeth, 
Nut  brown  maiden,  thou  hast  such  pearly  teeth. 


ONE,   TWO,   THREE,    FOUR. 

Down  by  the  stream  where  I  first  met  Rebecca, 
Down  by  the  stream  where  the  sun  loves  to  shine- 

Bright-hued  the  garlands  I  wove  for  Rebecca, 
Bright  were  her  eyes  as  they  gazed  into  mine. 

Chorus. 

One,  two,  three,  four, 
Sometimes  I  wish  there  were  more. 
Ein,  zwei,  drei,  vier, 
I  love  the  one  that's  near. 
Yet,  nee,  sam,  see, 
So  says  the  heathen  Chinee. 
Fair  girls  bereft, 
There  will  get  left, 
One,  two  and  three. 

Down  by  the  stream  where  I  first  met  my  treasure, 
One  eve  I  asked  her  to  love  me  alone. 

Her  dark  eyes  made  answer  in  sparkles  of  pleasure, 
And  prouder  was  I  than  a  king  on  his  throne. 

Chorus. 

Down  by  the  stream  where  I  first  met  my  idol, 
Garlands  of  wild  flower  no  longer  I  weave; 

Bread-winning  spares  me  no  moments  to  idle, 
So  garlands  and  stream-banks  to  spoonies  I  leave. 


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MRS.  CRAIGIN'S  DAUGHTER. 

Oh,   Missis   Craigin's  daughter, 

Her  eyes  are  dark  and  bright; 
Her  mother,  too,  has  taught  her 

To   smile,  and  talk   polite. 
And  she  has  many  virtues 

Which  isnt  hard  to   see, 
So  Missis  Craigin's  daughter 

Is  just  the  girl  for  me. 

Chorus. 
Oh,   Missis   Craigin's  daughter 

Is  the  one  that  I  adore; 
The  presents  that  I've  bought  her 

Would  stock  a  country  store; 
And  though  I  can't  support  her 

Yet  wedded  we  shall  be; 
For  Missis  Craigin's  daughter 

Is  just  the  girl  for  me. 

Proposing  seem'd  quite  funny, 

But  then  I  had  to  speak, 
And  tho'  I've  got  no  money 

The  wedding  comes  next  week. 
Would  ycu  like  some  invitations, 

I've  got  some  in  my  purse; 
Just  have  a  little  patience 

And  you'll  hear  it— read  next  verse. 

Myself  and   Missis   Craigin 

Request   the   honor   of 
Your  presence  at  the  marriage 

Of  her  daughter,  who  's  in  love 
With  Mister  Enfield  Duffy, 

A  clever  man,  they  say; 
Your  presence  will  give  pleasure 

"Responday  s'il  vous  play." 


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VIVE   L'AMOUR. 

Let  every  good  fellow  now  fill  up  his  glass, 

Vive  la  compagnie, 
And  drink  to  the  health  of  our  glorious  class, 

Vive  la  compagnie. 

Chorus. 

Vive  la,  vive  la,  vive  1'amour, 
Vive  la,  vive  la,  vive  1'amour, 
Vive  1'amour,  vive  1'amour,  vive  la  compagnie. 

Let  every  married  man  drink  to  his  wife, 

Vive  la  compagnie, 
The  joy  of  his  bosom  and  plague  of  his  life, 

Vive  la  compagnie. 

Come,  fill  up  your  glasses,  I'll  give  you  a  toast, 

Vive  la  compagnie, 
Here's  a  health  to  our  friend,  our  kind,  worthy  host, 

Vive  la  compagnie. 

.    Since  all  with  good  humor  I've  toasted  so  free, 

Vive  la  compagnie, 

I  hope  it  will  please  you  to  drink  now  with  me, 
Vive  la  compagnie. 


MARY  HAD  A  LITTLE  LAMB. 

Mary  had  a  little  lamb,  little  lamb,  little  lamb, 
Mary  had  a  little  lamb,  it's  fleece  was  white  as  snow; 
And  everywhere  that  Mary  went,  Mary  went,  Mary  went; 
Everywhere  that  Mary  went  that  lamb  was  sure  to  go. 

Chorus. 

Bleating  of  the  lamb,  Ba-a-ah,  Ba-a-ah, 

O!  ain't  I  glad  to  get  out  the  wilderness,  get  out  the  wilder 
ness,  get  out  the  wilderness, 
Ain't  I  glad  to  get  out  the  wilderness,  leaning  on  the  lamb. 

It  followed  her  to  school  one  day,  school  one  day,  school 

one  day; 

It  followed  her  to  school  one  day,  which  was  against  the  rule. 
It  made  the  children  laugh  and  play,  laugh  and  play,  laugh 

and  play, 
Made  the  children  laugh  and  play  to  see  a  lamb  in  school. 


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GOOD-BYE,  MY  LOVER,  GOOD-BYE! 

The  ship  goes  sailing  down  the  bay, 
Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 

We  may  not  meet  for  many  a  day, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 

My  heart  will  evermore  be  true, 

Tho'  now  we  sadly  say  adieu; 

Oh,  kisses  sweet  I  leave  with  you, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 

Chorus. 
The  ship  goes  sailing  down  the  bay, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 
'Tis  sad  to  tear  my  heart  away! 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 

I'll  miss  you  on  the  stormy  deep, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 

What  can  I  do  but  ever  weep? 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 

My  heart  is  broken  with  regret! 

But  never  dream  that  I'll  forget; 

I  lov'd  you  once,  I  love  you  yet, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 

Then  cheer  up  till  we  meet  again, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 
I'll  try  to  bear  my  weary  pain, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 
Tho'  far  I  roam  across  the  sea, 
My  ev'ry  thought  of  you  shall  be, 
Oh,  say  you'll  sometimes  think  of  me, 
Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! 


ROCKED  IN  THE  CRADLE  OF  THE  DEEP. 

Rock'd  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep, 

I  lay  me  down  in  peace  to  sleep; 

Secure  I  rest  upon  the  wave, 

For  Thou,  O  Lord,  hast  pow'r  to  save. 

I  know  Thou  wilt  not  slight  my  call, 

For  Thou  dost  mark  the  sparrow's  fall! 

Chorus. 

And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rock'd  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep, 
And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rock'd  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 

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'WAY  UP  ON  THE  MOUNTAIN-TOP-TIP-TOP. 

Hark,  I  hear  a  voice,  'way  up  on  the  mountain-top-tip-top, 
Descending  down  below,  descending  down  below. 

Chorus. 

Let   us    all   unite   in   love, 
Trusting  in  the  powers  above. 
Merrily  now  we  roll  along,  roll  along,  roll  along, 
Merrily  now  we  roll  along,  o'er  the  deep  blue  sea. 

Little  Jacky  Homer,  a-sitting  in  a  corner, 

Eating  a  Christmas  pie; 
He  stuck  in  his  thumb,  and  pulled  out  a  plum, 

And  said,  "What  a  big  boy  am  I!" 

Old  Mother  Hubbard,  she  went  to  the  cupboard, 

To  get  her  poor  dog  a  bone; 
But  when  she  got  there  the  cupboard  was  bare, 

And  so  the  poor  doggy  had  none. 


JINGLE,  BELLS. 

Dashing  thro'  the  snow,  in  a  one-horse  open  sleigh; 

O'er  the  fields  we  go,  laughing  all  the  way; 

Bells  on  bob- tail  ring,  making  spirits  bright; 

What  fun  it  is  to  ride  and  sing  a  sleighing  song  to-night! 

Chorus. 

Jingle,  bells!  jingle,  bells!  jingle  all  the  way! 
Oh!  what  fun  it  is  to  ride  in  a  one-horse  open  sleigh! 

Jingle,  bells!  jingle,  bells!  jingle  all  the  way! 
Oh!  what  fun  it  is  to  ride  in  a  one-horse  open  sleigh! 

A  day  or  two  ago  I  thought  I'd  take  a  ride, 
And  soon  Miss  Fannie  Bright  was  seated  by  my  side. 
The  horse  was  lean  and  lank;  misfortune  seem'd  his  lot; 
He  got  into  a  drifted  bank,  and  we,  we  got  upsot. 

Now  the  ground  is  white;  go  it  while  you're  young; 
Take  the  girls  to-night,  and  sing  this  sleighing  song. 
Just  get  a  bob-tail'd  bay,  two-forty  for  his  speed; 
Then  hitch  him  to  an  open  sleigh,  and  crack!  you'll  take 
the  lead. 


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MUSH,   MUSH. 

Oh,   'twas   there   I   lamed   readin'   an'  writin', 

At  Billy  Brackett's  where  I  wint  to  school; 
And  'twas  there  1  lamed  howlin'  an'  fi^htin' 

Wid  me  schoolmaster,   Mister   O'Toole, 
Him  an'  me  we  had  mony  a  scrimmage, 

An'  divil  a   copy   I   wrote; 
There  was  ne'er  a  gossoon  in  the  village 

Dared  thread  on  the  tail  o'  me — 

Chorus. 

Mush,  mush,  mush,  tu-ral-i-a-dy, 
Sing  mush,  mush,  mush,  tu-ral-i-a! 
There  was  ne'er  a  gossoon  in  the  village 
Dared  thread  on  the  tail  o'  me  coat! 

Oh,  'twas  there  that  I  lamed  all  me  courtin', 

Oh  the  lissons  I  tuck  in  the  z.~t\ 
Till  Cupid,  the  blackguard,  while  sportin', 

An  arrow  dhruv  straight  through  me  heart. 
Miss  Judy  O'Connor,  she  lived  jist  forninst  me, 

And  tinder  lines  to  her  I  wrote; 
If  ye  dare  say  wan  hard  word  agin  her, 

I'll  thread  on  the  tail  o'  yer — 

But  a  blackguard  called  Micky  Maloney, 

Came  an'  sthole  her  amctions  away; 
Fur  he'd  money  an'  I  hadn't  ony, 

So  I  sint  him  a  challenge  nixt  day. 
In  the  A.  M.  we  met  at  Killarney, 

The  Shannon  we  crossed  in  a  boat; 
An'  I  lathered  him  wid  me   shillaly, 

Fur  he  throd  on  the  tail  o'  me — 

Oh,  me  fame  wint  abroad  through  the  nation, 

An'  folks  came  a-flockin'  to  see; 
An'  they  cried  out,  widout  hesitation: 

"You're  a  fightin'  man,  Billy  McGee!" 
Oh,  I've  claned  out  the  Finnigsn  faction, 

An'  I've  licked  all  the  Murphys  a-float; 
If  you're  in  fur  a  row  or  a  ruction, 

Jist  thread  on  the  tail  o'  me — 


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RIG-A-JIG! 

As  I  was  walking  down  the  street, 

Heigho,  heigho,   heigho,  heigho, 

A  pretty  girl  I  chanced  to  meet, 
Heigho,   heigho,   heigho. 

Chorus. 

Rig-a- jig-jig,  and  away  we  go,  away  we  go,  away  we  go, 
Rig-a-jig-jig,  and  away  we   go,  heigho,  heigho,  heigho, 
Heigho,  heigho,  heigho,  heigho,  heigho,  heigho,  heigho,  heigho, 

Rig-a-jig-jig,  and  away  we  go, 

Heigho,  heigho,  heigho. 

Said  I  to  her,  "What  is  your  trade?" 
Heigho,  heigho,  heigho,  heigho, 

Said  she  to  me,  "I'm  a  weaver's  maid," 
Heigho,  heigho,  heigho. 


THERE  IS  A  TAVERN  IN  THE  TOWN. 

There  is  a  tavern  in  the  town,  in  the  town, 

And  there  my  dear  love  sits  him  down,  sits  him  down, 

And  drinks  his  wine  'mid  laughter  free, 

And  never,  never  thinks  of  me. 

Chorus. 

Fare  thee  well,  for  I  must  leave  thee, 
Do   not   let   this   parting  grieve   thee, 

And  remember  that  the  best  of  friends  must  part,  must  part. 
Adieu,  adieu,  kind  friends,  adieu,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you,  stay  with  you, 
I'll  hang  my  harp  on  a  weeping  willow  tree, 
And  may  the  world  go  well  with  thee. 

He  left  me  for  a  damsel  dark,  damsel  dark, 

Each  Friday  night  they  used  to  spark,  used  to  spark, 

And  now  my  love,  once  true  to  me, 

Takes  that  dark  damsel  on  his  knee. 

Oh!  dig  my  grave  both  wide  and  deep,  wide  and  deep, 
Put  tombstones  at  my  head  and  feet,  head  and  feet, 

And  on  my  breast  carve  a  turtle  dove, 

To  signify  I  died  of  love. 


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THE  BULL-DOG. 

Oh!  the  bull-dog  on  the  bank, 

And  the  bull-frog  in  the  pool, 
Oh!  the  bull-dog  on  the  bank, 

And  the  bull-frog  in  the  pool, 

Chorus. 

Oh!  the  bull-dog  on  the  bank, 
And  the  bull-frog  in  the  pool, 

The  bull-dog  called  the  bull-frog  a  green  old  water  fool. 
Singing  tra  la  la  la  la  le-i-li-o,  singing  tra  la  la  la  la 

le-i-li-o, 

Singing  tra  la  la  la  la  la,  singing  tra  la  la  la  la  la, 
Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  le-i-li-o. 

Says  the  monkey  to  the  owl, 

"Oh!  what'll  you  have  to  drink?" 

"Why,  since  you  are  so  very  kind, 
I'll  take  a  bottle  of  ink." 

Oh!  the  bull-dog  in  the  yard, 

And  the  tom-cat  on  the  roof, 
Are  practising  the  Highland  fling, 

And  singing  opera  bouffe. 

Says  the  tom-cat  to  the  dog: 

"Oh!  set  your  ears  agog, 
For  Julie's  about  to  tete-a-tete 

With   Romeo,   incog." 

Says  the  bull-dog  to  the  cat: 
"Oh!  what  do  you  think  they're  at? 

They're  spooning  in  the  dead  of  night; 
But  where's  the  harm  in  that?" 

Pharaoh's  daughter  on  the  bank, 

Little  Moses  in  the  pool, 
She  fished  him  out  with  a  telegraph  pole, 

And  sent  him  off  to  school. 


MEERSCHAUM  PIPE. 
Oh,  who  will  smoke  my  meerschaum  pipe? 

Basses — Meerschaum  pipe? 
Oh,  who  will  smoke  my  meerschaum  pipe? 

Basses — Meerschaum  pipe? 
Oh,  who  will  smoke  my  meerschaum  pipe? 

When  I  am  gone  away? 

Basses — Allie   Bazan,    Patsey   Moran,    Mary    McCann,    Cann, 
Cann! 

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Oh,  who  will  wear  my  cast-off  boots? 

Basses— Cast-off  boots? 
Oh,  who  will  wear  my  cast-off  boots? 

Basses — Cast-off  boots? 
Oh,  who  will  wear  my  cast-off  boots? 

When  I  am  gone  away? 
Basses— Allie  Bazan!    Johnnie  Moran!    Mary  McCann! 

Oh,  who  will  squeeze  her  snow-white  hand? 

Basses — Snow-white  hand? 
Oh,  who  will  squeeze  her  snow-white  hand? 

Basses — Snow-white  hand? 
Oh,  who  will  squeeze  her  snow-white  hand? 

When  I  am  gone  away? 

Basses— Allie  Bazan!    Johnnie  Moran!    Mary  McCann! 
Kazecazan,    Yucatan,   Kalamazoo! 

Oh,  who  will  kiss  her  ruby  lips? 

Basses — Ruby  lips? 
Oh,  who  will  kiss  her  ruby  lips? 

Basses — Ruby  lips? 
Oh,  who  will  kiss  her  ruby  lips? 
When   I  am  gone  away? 

Basses— Allie  Bazan!    Johnnie  Moran!    Mary  McCann! 
Kazecazan,  Yucatan,  Kalamazoo,  Michigan. 
BAD  MAN!!! 


SON  OF  A  GAMBOLIER. 

Come,  join  my  humble  ditty, 

From  Tippery  town  I  steer, 
Like  ev'ry  honest  fellow, 

I  take  my  lager  beer, 
Like  ev'ry  honest  fellow, 

I  take  my  whiskey  clear; 
I'm  a  rambling  rake  of  poverty, 

The  son  of  a  Gambolier. 

The  son  of  a,  son  of  a,  son  of  a,  son  of  a,  son  of  a  Gambolier. 
The  son  of  a,  son  of  a,  son  of  a,  son  of  a,  son  of  a  Gambolier; 
Like  every  honest  fellow, 

I   take  my   whiskey  clear, 
I'm  a  rambling  rake  of  poverty, 

The  son  of  a  Gambolier. 


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OVER    THE    BANISTER. 

Over  the  banister  leans  a  face, 

Tenderly  sweet  and  beguiling, 
While  below  her  with  tender  grace, 

He  watches  the  picture  smiling. 
The  light  burns  dim  in  the  hall  below, 

Nobody  sees  them  standing, 
Saying  good-night  again  soft  and  low, 

Half-way  up  to  the  landing. 

Nobody,  only  those  eyes  of  brown, 

Tender  and  full  of  meaning, 
Gaze  on  the  loveliest  face  in  town, 

Over  the  banister  leaning. 
Timid  and  tired,  with  downcast  eyes, 

I  wonder  why  she  lingers, 
After  all  the  good-nights  are  said? 

Somebody  holds  her  fingers! 

Holds  her  fingers  and  draws  her  down, 

Suddenly  growing   bolder, 
Till  her  lovely  hair  lets  its  masses  down 

Like  a  mantle  over  his  shoulder. 
A  question  asked,  a  swift  caress, 

She  has  fled  like  a  bird  from  the  stairway, 
But  over  the  banister  comes  a  "yes," 

That  brightens  the  world  for  him  alway. 


MY  LAST  CIGAR. 

'Twas  off  the  blue  Canary  Isles, 

A  glorious  summer  day, 
I  sat  upon  the  quarter  deck, 

And  whiffed  my  cares  away; 
And  as  the  volumned  smoke  arose, 

Like  incense  in  the  air, 
I  breath'd  a  sigh  to  think,  in  tooth, 

It  was  my  last  cigar. 

Chorus. 

It  was  my  last  cigar; 
It  was  my  last  cigar; 
I  breath'd  a  sigh  to  think,  in  sooth, 
It  was  my  last  cigar. 

I  leaned  upon  the  quarter  rail, 
And  looked  down  in  the  sea, 

E'en  there  the  purple  wreath  of  smoke 
Was  curling  gracefully. 

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Oh,  what  had  I  at  such  a  time, 

To  do  with  wasting  care? 
Alas!  the  trembling  tear  proclaimed 

It  was  my  last  cigar. 

I  watched  the  ashes  as  it  came 

Fast  drawing  to  the  end; 
I  watched  it  as  a  friend  would  watch 

Beside  a  dying  friend; 
But  still  the  flame  crept  slowly  on, 

It  vanished  into  air; 
I  threw  it  from  me,  spare  the  tale, 

It  was  my  last  cigar. 

I've  seen  the  land  of  all  I  love 

Fade  in  the  distance  dim; 
I've  watched  above  the  blighted  heart, 

Where  once  proud  hope  had  been; 
But  I've  never  known  a  sorrow 

That  could  with  that  compare, 
When  off  the  blue  Canary  Isles, 

I  smoked  my  last  cigar. 


GOOD-BYE,   MY   LITTLE    LADY. 

The  boats  are  pushing  from  the  shore, 
Good-bye,    my    little    lady! 

With  brawny  arm  and  trusty  oar, 
Each  man  is  up  and  ready! 

I  see  our  colors  dancing, 

Where  sun-lit  waves  are  glancing, 
A  fond  "adieu"  I'll  say  to  you, 
My  lady  true  and  fair! 

Chorus. 
Good-bye,   good-bye,   my   lady  sweet! 

Good-bye,  my  little  lady! 
Good-bye,  good-bye,  again  we'll  meet; 

So  here's  farewell,  my  lady! 

The  oars  are  flashing  o'er  the  blue, 
And  on  the  shore  she  lingers; 

I  see  her  wave  a  fond  adieu1, 

With  white  and  dainty  fingers! 

Away!   our  stroke  is  steady! 

We've   gained   the   lead   already! 

My  lady's  eyes  shall  see  the  prize, 
The  prize,  my  lads,  we'll  win! 

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THE   TARPAULIN    JACKET. 

A  tall,  stalwart  Lancer  lay  dying, 

And  as  on  his  death-bed  he  lay,  he  lay, 

To  his  friends  who  around  him  were  sighing, 
These  last  dying  words  he  did  say:— 

Chorus. 
Wrap  me  up  in  my  tarpaulin  jacket,  jacket, 

And  say  a  poor  buffer  lies  low,  lies  low; 
And  six  stalwart  Lancers  shall  carry  me,  carry  me, 

With  steps  solemn,  mournful,  and  slow. 

Had  I  the  wings  of  a  little  dove, 

Far,  far  away  would  I  fly,  I'd  fly, 
Straight  for  the  arms  of  my  true  love, 

And  there  would  I  lay  me  and  die. 

Then  get  you  two  little  white  tombstones, 

Put  them,  one  at  my  head  and  my  toe,  my  toe, 

And  get  you  a  pen-knife  and  scratch  there: 
"Here  lies  a  poor  buffer  below." 

And  get  you  six  brandies  and  sodas, 
And  set  them  all  out  in  a  row,  a  row, 

And  get  you  six  jolly  good  fellows, 
To  drink  to  this  buffer  below. 

And  then  in  the  calm  of  the  twilight, 

When  the  soft  winds  are  whispering  low,  so  low, 

And  the  darkening  shadows  are  falling, 
Sometimes  think  of  this  buffer  below. 


PEANUT    SONG. 

The  man  who  has  plenty  of  good  peanuts, 
And  giveth  his  neighbor  none, 

Chorus. 

He  shan't  have  any  of  my  peanuts 
When  his  peanuts  are  gone. 

When  his  peanuts  are  gone, 
When  his  peanuts  are  gone, 
He  shan't  have  any  of  my  peanuts 
When  his  peanuts  are  gone. 

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The  man  who  has  plenty  of  good  oranges, 
And   giveth  his  neighbor  none,   etc. 

The  man  who  has  plenty  of  soft,  sweet  soda  cracKers, 
And  giveth  his  neighbor  none,  etc. 

The   man   who   has   plenty   of   ripe,   red,   strawberry 

short-cake, 
And  giveth  his  neighbor  none,  etc. 

That  man  who  has  any  salt-junk, 

And  will  give  his  neighbor  none,  etc. 


SOLOMON  LEVI. 

My  name  is  Solomon  Levi,  at  my  store  on  Salem  street, 
That's   where   you'll   buy   your   coats   and   vests,   and   ev'ry- 

thing  that's   neat; 

I've  second-hand  ulsterettes,  and  ev'rything  that's  fine, 
For    all   the    boys    they   trade   with   me,    at   a   hundred    and 

forty-nine. 

Chorus. 

O,  Solomon  Levi!     Levi!  tra  la  la  la! 
Poor  Sheeny  Levi,  tra  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la, 
My  name  is  Solomon  Levi,  at  my  store  on  Salem  street, 
That's  where  you'll  buy  your  coats  and  vests,  and  ev'rything 

else  that's  neat; 

Second-handed  ulsterettes  and  ev'rything  else  that's  fine, 
For    all    the   boys    they    trade   with   me,    at   a   hundred    and 
forty-nine. 

And  if  a  bummer  comes  along  to  my  store  on  Salem  street, 
And  tries  to  hang  me  up  for  coats  and  vests  so  very  neat; 
I  kicks  the  bummer  right  out  of  my  store,  and  on  him  sets 

my  pup, 
For  I  won't  sell  clothing  to  any  man  who  tries  to  set  me  up. 


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INTEGER  VITAE. 

Integer  vitae  scelerisque  purus 
Non  eget  Mauris  jaculis,  nee  arcu, 
Nee  venenatis  gravida  sagittis, 
Fusee,  pharetra. 

Sive  per  Syrtes  iter  aestuosas, 
Sive  facturus  per  inhospitalem 
Caucasum,  vel  quae  loca  fabulosus 
Lambit  Hydaspes. 

Namque  me  silva  lupus  in  Sabina, 
Dum  meam  canto  Lalagen,  et  ultra 
Terminum   curis   vagor   expeditus, 
Fugit  inermem: 

Quale  portentum  neque  militaris 
Daunias  latis  alit  aesculetis, 
Nee  Jubae  tellus  generat,  leonum 
Arida  nutrix. 

Pone  sub  curru  nimium  propinqui 
Solis,  in  terra  domibus  negata; 
Dulce  ridentem  Lalagen  amabo, 
Dulce   loquentem. 


GAUDEAMUS. 

Gaudeamus  igitur, 
Juvenes  dum  sumus; 

Gaudeamus  igitur, 
Juvenes  dum  sumus; 

Chorus. 

Post  jucundam  juventutem, 
Post  molestam  senectutem, 
Nos  habebit  humus, 
Nos  habebit  humus. 

Ubi  sunt,  qui  ante  nos 

In  mundo  fuere? 
Transeas  ad  superos, 
Abeas  ad  inferos, 

Quos  si  vis  videre. 

Alma  Mater  floreat, 
Quae  nos  educavit, 

Caros  et  commilitones, 

Dissitas  in  regiones 
Sparsos  congregavit. 

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•  FUNICULI,  FUNICULA. 

Some  think  the  world  is  made  for  fun  and  frolic, 

And  so  do  I!     And  so  do  I! 
Some  think  it  well  to  be  all  melancholic, 

To  pine  and  sigh;  to  pine  and  sigh; 
But  I,  I  love  to  spend  my  time  in  singing 

Some  joyous  song;  some  joyous  song; 
To  set  the  air  with  music  bravely  ringing 

Is  far  from  wrong!    Is  far  from  wrong! 

Chorus. 

Listen!     Listen!     Echoes  sound  afar! 
Listen!     Listen!     Echoes  sound  afar! 
Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la! 
Echoes  sound  afar! 
Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la! 

Some  think  it  wrong  to  set  the  feet  a-dancing, 

But  not  so  I!     But  not  so  I! 
Some  think  that  eyes  should  keep  from  coyly  glancing, 

Upon  the  sly!     Upon  the  sly! 
But  oh!  to  me  the  mazy  dance  is  charming, 

Divinely  sweet!     Divinely  sweet! 
And  surely  there  is  nought  that  is  alarming 

In  nimble  feet!     In  nimble  feet! 

Chorus. 

Listen!     Listen!     Music  sounds  afar! 
Listen!    Listen!     Music  sounds  afar! 
Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la! 
Music  sounds  afar! 
Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la! 

iLh  me!  'tis  strange  that  some  should  take  to  sighing, 

And  like  it  well!    And  like  it  well! 
For  me  I  have  not  thought  it  worth  the  trying, 

So  cannot  tell!    So  cannot  tell! 
With  laugh  and  dance  and  song  the  day  soon  passes, 

Full  soon  is  gone.     Full  soon  is  gone. 
For  mirth  was  made  for  joyous  lads  and  lassies 

To  call  their  own!    To  call  their  own! 

Chorus. 

Listen!     Listen!     Hark,  the  soft  guitar! 
Listen!     Listen!     Hark,  the  soft  guitar! 
Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la! 
Hark,  the  soft  guitar! 
Tra  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la? 

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ETON  BOATING  SONG. 

Jolly  boating  weather, 

And  a  hay-harvest  breeze, 
Blade  on  the  "feather," 

Shade  off  the  trees, 
Swing,   swing   together 

With  your  backs  between  your  knees, 
Let  us  swing,  swing  together 

With  your  backs  between  your  knees. 

Skirting  past  the  rushes, 

Ruffling  o'er  the  weeds, 
Where  the  lock-stream  gushes, 

Where  the  wild  duck  feeds, 
Let  us  see  how  the  wine-glass  blushes 

At  supper  beyond  the  meads, 
Let  us  see  how  the  wine-glass  blushes 

At  supper  beyond  the  meads. 

Some  may  be  more  clever, 

Others  can  make  more  row, 
But  we'll  row  forever, 

Steady  from  stroke  to  bow, 
And  nothing  in  life  shall  sever 

The  chain  that  is  round  us  now, 
And  nothing  in  life  shall  sever 

The  chain  that  is  round  us  now. 

Twenty  years  hence,  this  weather, 

May  tempt  us  from  office  stools, 
We  may  be  slow  to  "feather," 

And  seem  to  the  boys  "old  fools," 
But  we'll  still  swing  together 

And  swear  by  "the  best  of  schools," 
And  we'll  still  swing  together, 

And  swear  by  "the  best  of  schools." 

Others  will  fill  our  places, 

Dress'd  in  the  well-known  hue, 
We'll  recollect  our  races, 

We'll  to  the  flag  be  true, 
And  youth  will  still  be  in  our  faces 

When  we  cheer  for  the  old-time  crew, 
And  youth  will  still  be  in  our  faces 

When  we  cheer  for  the  old-time  crew. 


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CROW   SONG. 

There  were  three  crows  sat  on  a  tree, 

O  Billy  Magee  Magar! 
There  were  three  crows  sat  on  a  tree, 

O  Billy  Magee  Magar! 
There  were  three  crows  sat  on  a  tree, 
And  they  were  black  as  crows  could  be, 

Chorus. 
And  they  all  flapped  their  wings  and  cried- 

Caw,   Caw,   Caw, 

Billy  Magee  Magar! 
And  they  all  flapped  their  wings  and  cried- 

Billy  Magee  Magar! 

Said  one  old  crow  unto  his  mate, 

O  Billy  Magee  Magar! 
Said  one  old  crow  unto  his  mate, 

O  Billy  Magee  Magar! 
Said  one  old  crow  unto  his  mate, 
"What  shall  we  do  for  grub  to  ate?" 

"There  lies  a  horse  on  yonder  plain, 

O  Billy  Magee  Magar! 
"There  lies  a  horse  on  yonder  plain, 

O  Billy  Magee  Magar! 
"There  lies  a  horse  on  yonder  plain, 
Who's  by  some  cruel  butcher  slain," 

"We'll  perch  ourselves  on  his  backbone, 

O  Billy  Magee  Magar! 
"We'll  perch  ourselves  on  his  backbone, 

O  Billy  Magee  Magar! 
"We'll  perch  ourselves  on  his  backbone, 
And  pick  his  eyes  out  one  by  one." 


DEAR  EVELINA,  SWEET  EVELINA. 

Way  down  in  the  meadow  where  the  lily  first  glows, 
Where  the  wind  from  the  mountains  ne'er  ruffles  the  rose, 
Lives  fond  Evelina,  the  sweet  little  dove, 
The  pride  of  the  valley,  the  girl  that  I  love. 

Chorus. 

Dear  Evelina,  sweet  Evelina, 
My  love  for  thee  shall  never,  never  die; 

Dear  Evelina,  sweet  Evelina, 
My  love  for  thee  shall  never,  never  die. 

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She's  fair  like  a  rose,  like  a  lamb  she  is  meek, 
And  she  never  was  known  to  put  paint  on  her  cheek; 
In  the  most  graceful  curls  hangs  her  raven-black  hair, 
And  she  never  requires  perfumery  there. 

Evelina  and  I  one  fine  evening  in  June 
Took  a  walk  all  alone  by  the  light  of  the  moon, 
The  planets  all  shone,  for  the  heavens  were  clear, 
And  I  felt  round  the  heart  tremendously  queer. 

Three  years  have  gone  by  and  I've  not  got  a  dollar, 
Evelina  still  lives  in  that  green,  grassy  holler, 
Although  I  am  fated  to  marry  her  never, 
I've  sworn  that  I'll  love  her  forever  and  ever. 


LANDLORD,   FILL   THE   FLOWING   BOWL. 

Come,  landlord,  filll  the  flowing  bowl, 

Until  it  doth  run  over, 
Come,   landlord,  fill  the  flowing  bowl, 
Until  it  doth  run  over. 

Chorus. 

For   tonight  we'll  merry,   merry  be, 
For   tonight  we'll  merry,   merry   be, 
For   tonight  we'll  merry,   merry   be, 
Tomorrow  we'll  be  sober. 

The  man  that  drinks  good  whiskey  punch, 
And  goes  to  bed  right  mellow, 

Lives  as  he  ought  to  live, 
And  dies  a  jolly  fellow. 

The  man  who  drinks  cold  water  pure, 
And    goes    to    bed    quite    sober, 

Falls  as  the  leaves  do  fall, 
So  rarely  in  October. 

But  he  who  drinks  just  what  he  likes, 

And  getteth  "half  seas  over," 
Will  live  until  he  dies,  perhaps, 

And  then  lie  down  in  clover. 

A  pretty  girl  that  gets  a  kiss, 
And  goes  and  tells  her  mother, 

Does  a  very  foolish  thing, 
And  don't  deserve  another. 

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NOAH'S    ARK. 

Old  Noah  he  built  himself  an  ark, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 
He  built  it  all  of  hickory  bark, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 

Chorus. 
One  more  river, 

And  that's  the  river  of  Jordan; 
One  more  river, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross. 

The  animals  went  in  one  by  one, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 
And  Japhet  with  a  big  bass-drum, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 

The  animals  went  in  two  by  two, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 
The  elephant  and  the  kangaroo, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 

The  animals  went  in  three  by  three, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 
The  hippopotamus  and  the  bumble-bee, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 

The  animals  went  in  fives  by  fives, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 
Shem,  Ham,  and  Japhet,  and  their  wives, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 

And  as  they  talked  on  this  and  that, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 
The  ark  it  bumped  on  Ararat, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 

Oh,  Mrs.  Noah,  she  got  drunk, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 
And  kicked  the  old  gentleman  out  of  his  bunk, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 

Oh,  Noah,  he  went  on  a  spree, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 
And  banished  Ham  to  Afrikee, 

There's  one  more  river  to  cross! 


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THE  LONE  FISH-BALL. 

There  was  a  man  went  up  and  down 
To  seek  a  dinner  thro'  the  town. 
There  was  a  man  went  up  and  down 
To  seek  a  dinner  thro'  the  town. 

Chorus. 

There  was  a  man  went  up  and  down 
To  seek  a  dinner  thro'  the  town. 

What  wretch  is  he  who  wife  forsakes, 
Who  best  of  jam  and  waffles  makes? 
What  wretch  is  he  who  wife  forsakes, 
Who  best  of  jam  and  waffles  makes? 

Chorus. 
What  wretch  is  he,  etc. 

He  feels  his  cash  to  know  his  pence, 
And  finds  he  has  but  just  six  cents. 

He  finds  at  last  a  right  cheap  place, 
And  enters  in  with  modest  face. 

The  bill  of  fare  he  searches  through, 
To  see  what  his  six  cents  will  do. 

The  cheapest  viand  of  them  all 

Is  "Twelve  and  a  half  cents  for  two  fish-balls.' 

The  waiter  he  to  him  doth  call, 

And  gently  whispers — "One  fish-ball." 

The  waiter  roars  it  through  the  hall, 
The  guests  they  start  at — "One  fish-ball!" 

The  guest  then  says,  quite  ill  at  ease, 
"A  piece  of  bread,  sir,  if  you  please." 

The  waiter  roars  it  through  the  hall, 
"We  don't  give  bread  with  one  fish-ball !'; 

Moral: 

Who  would  have  bread  with  his  fish-ball 
Must  get  it  first  or  not  at  all. 

Who  would  fish-ball  with  fixins  eat, 
Must  get  some  friend  to  stand  a  treat. 


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OLD  FAVORITES 


THE    SPANISH    CAVALIER. 

A  Spanish  cavalier  stood  in  his  retreat, 
And  on  his  guitar  play'd  a  tune,  dear; 

The  music  so  sweet,  they'd  oft-times  repeat, 
The  blessing  of  my  country  and  you,  dear. 

Chorus. 
Say,  darling,  say,  when  I'm  far  away, 

Sometimes  you  may  think  of  me,  dear; 
Bright  sunny  days  will  soon  fade  away; 

Remember  what  I  say,  and  be  true,  dear. 

I  am  off  to  the  war,  to  the  war  I  must  go, 
To  fight  for  my  country  and  you,  dear; 

But  if  I  should  fall,  in  vain  I  would  call, 
The  blessing  of  my  country  and  you,  dear. 

And  when  the  war  is  o'er,  to  you  I'll  return, 
Back  to  my  country  and  you,  dear; 

But  if  I  be  slain,  you  may  seek  me  in  vain, 
Upon  the  battlefield  you  will  find  me. 


HOME,    SWEET    HOME. 

'Mid  pleasures  and  palaces  though  we  may  roam, 
Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  no  place  like  home; 
A  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hallow  us  there, 
Which,  seek  thro'  the  world,  is  ne'er  met  with  elsewhere. 

Chorus. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet,  home, 
There's  no  place  like  home, 
Oh,  there's  no  place  like  home. 

I  gaze  on  the  moon  as  I  tread  the  drear  wild, 
And  feel  that  my  mother  now  thinks  of  her  child; 
As  she  looks  on  that  moon  from  our  own  cottage  door, 
Thro'  the  woodbine  whose  fragrance  shall  cheer  me  no 
more. 

An  exile  from  home,  splendor  dazzles  in  vain; 

Oh,  give  me  my  lowly  thatch'd  cottage  again; 

The  birds  singing  gaily,  that  came  at  my  call; 

Give  me  them,  and  that  peace  of  mind,  dearer  than  all. 

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THE  BLUE  BELLS  OF  SCOTLAND. 

Oh,  where!  and  oh,  where!  is  your 

Highland  laddie  gone? 
Oh,  where!  and  oh,  where!  is  your 

Highland  laddie  gone? 
He's  gone  to  fight  the  foe,  for 

King  George  upon  the  throne; 
And  it's  oh!  in  my  heart, 

How  I  wish  him  safe  at  home! 

Oh,  where!  and  oh,  where!  does  your 

Highland  laddie  dwell? 
Oh,  where!  and  oh,  where!  does  your 

Highland  laddie   dwell? 
He  dwells  in  merry  Scotland, 

At  the  sign  of  the  Blue  Bell; 
And  it's  oh!  in  my  heart, 

That  I  love  my  laddie  well! 

What  clothes,  in  what  clothes  is  your 

Highland  laddie  clad? 
What  clothes,  in  what  clothes  is  your 

Highland  laddie  clad? 
His  bonnet's  Saxon  green, 

And  his  waistcoat  of  the  plaid; 
And  it's  oh!  in  my  heart, 

That  I  love  my  Highland  lad! 

Suppose,  and  suppose  that  your 

Highland  lad  should  die? 
Suppose,  and  suppose  that  your 

Highland  lad  should  die? 
The  bagpipes  shall  play  over  him; 

I'd  lay  me  down  and  cry; 
And  it's  oh!  in  my  heart, 

That  I  wish  he  may  not  die! 


THE  CAMPBELLS  ARE  COMING. 

The  Campbells  are  comin',  O  ho,  O  ho! 
The  Campbells  are  comin',  O  ho,  O  ho! 
The  Campbells  are  comin'  to  bonnie  Lochlaven; 
The  Campbells  are  comin',  O  ho,  O  ho! 

Upon  the  Lomonds  I  lay,  I  lay, 
Upon  the  Lomonds  I  lay,  I  lay; 
I  looked  down  to  bonnie  Lochlaven, 
And  heard  three  bonnie  pipers  play. 

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Chorus. 

The  Campbells  are  comin',  O  ho,  O  ho! 
The  Campbells  are  comin',  O  ho,  O  ho! 
The  Campbells  are  comin'  to  bonnie  Lochlaven 
The  Campbells  are  comin',  O  ho,  O  ho! 

The  great  Argyle  he  goes  before, 
He  makes  his  cannon  loudly  roar; 
Wi'  sound  of  trumpet,  pipe,  and  drum, 
The  Campbells  are  comin',  O  ho,  O  ho! 

The  Campbells  they  are  a'  in  arms, 
Their  loyal  faith  and  truth  to  show; 
Wi'  banners  rattlin'  in  the  wind, 
The  Campbells  are  comin'  O  ho,  O  ho! 


JOHN    ANDERSON,  MY    JO. 

John  Andersen,  my  Jo, 

John,  when  nature  first  began 
To  try  her  cannie  hand,  John, 

Her  master  work  was  man; 
And  you  amang  them  a',  John, 

Sae  trig  frae  tap  to  toe, 
Ye  proved  to  be  nae  journey-work, 

John  Anderson,  my  Jo. 

John  Andersen,  my  Jo, 

John,  >e  were  my  first  conceit, 
I  think  nae  shame  to  own,  John; 

I  lo'ed  ye  ear'  and  late; 
They  say  ye're  turning  auld,  John; 

And  what  tho'  it  be  so? 
You're  aye  the  same  guid  man  to  me, 

John  Anderson,  my  Jo. 

John  Andersen,  my  Jo, 

John,  when  we  where  first  acquaint, 
Your  locks  were  like  the  raven,  John, 

Your  bonnie  brow  was  brent; 
But  now  your  brow  is  bald,  John, 

Your  locks  are  like  the  snow; 
Yet  blessings  on  your  frosty  pow, 

John  Anderson,  my  Jo. 


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ANNIE   LAURIE. 

Maxwelton's    braes    are    bonnie, 
Where  early  fa's  the  dew, 

And  'twas  there  that  Annie  Laurie 
Gave  me  her  promise  true; 
Gave  me  her  promise  true, 

Which  ne'er  forgot  will  be; 

And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie, 

I'd  lay  me  down  and  dee. 

Her  brow  is  like  the  snawdrift, 
Her  throat  is  like  the  swan; 

Her  face  it  is  the  fairest 

That  e'er  the  sun  shone  on; 
That  e'er  the  sun  shone  on, 

And  dark  blue  is  her  e'e; 

And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie, 

I'd  lay  me  down  and  dee. 

Like  dew  on  th'  gowan  lying 
Is  th'  fa'  o'  her  fairy  feet, 

And  like  winds  in  summer  sighing, 
Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet; 
Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet, 

And  she's  a'  the  world  to  me; 

And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie, 

I'd  lay  me  down  and  dee. 


THOSE  ENDEARING  YOUNG  CHARMS. 

Believe  me,  if  all  those  endearing  young  charms, 

Which  I  gaze  on  so  fondly  to-day, 
Were  to  change  by  to-morrow  and  fleet  from  my  arms, 

Like  fairy  gifts  fading  away, 
Thou  wouldst  still  be  adored  as  this  moment  thou  art: 

Let  thy  loveliness  fade  as  it  will, 
And  around  the  dear  ruin  each  wish  of  my  heart 

Would   entwine  itself  verdantly   still. 

It  is  not  while  beauty  and  youth  are  thine  own, 

And  thy  cheek's  unprofaned  by  a  tear, 
That  the  fervor  and  faith  of  a  soul  can  be  known, 

To  which  time  will  but  make  thee  more  dear, 
Oh,  the  heart  that  has  truly  loved  never  forgets, 

But  as  truly  loves  on  to  the  close: 
As  the  sunflower  turns  on  her  god  when  he  sets 

The  same  look  that  she  gave  when  he  rose. 

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WAIT    FOR    THE    WAGON. 

Will  you  come  with  me,  my  Phillis  dear,  to  yon  blue  moun 
tain  free, 

Where  the  blossoms  smell  the  sweetest,  come  rove  along 
with  me. 

It's  ev'ry  Sunday  morning,  when  I  am  by  your  side, 

We'll  jump  into  the  wagon,  and  all  take  a  ride. 

Chorus. 

Wait  for  the  wagon, 
Wait  for  the  wagon, 
Wait  for  the  wagon,  and  we'll  all  take  a  ride. 

Where  the  river  runs  like  silver,  and  the  birds  they  sing  so 

sweet, 

I  have  a  cabin,  Phillis,  and  something  good  to  eat; 
Come  listen  to  my  story,  it  will  relieve  my  heart; 
So  jump  into  the  wagon,  and  off  we  will  start. 

Do  you  believe,  my  Phillis  dear,  old  Mike  with  all  his  wealth 
Can  make  you  half  so  happy  as  I  with  youth  and  health? 
We'll  have  a  little  farm,  a  horse,  a  pig  and  cow, 
And  you  will  mind  the  dairy,  while  I  do  guide  the  plow. 

Your  lips  are  red  as  poppies,  your  hair  so  slick  and  neat, 
All  braided  up  with  dahlias,  and  hollyhocks  so  sweet; 
It's  ev'ry  Sunday  morning,  when  I  am  by  your  side, 
We'll  jump  into  the  wagon,  and  all  take  a  ride. 

Together  on  life's  journey  we'll  travel  till  we  stop, 
And  if  we  have  no  trouble,  we'll  reach  the  happy  top; 
Then  come  with  me,  sweet  Phillis,  my  dear,  my  lovely  bride; 
We'll  jump  into  the  wagon,  and  all  take  a  ride. 


DRINK    TO    ME    ONLY    WITH    THINE    EYES. 

Drink  to  me  only  with  thine  eyes,  and  I  will  pledge  with  mine, 
Or  leave  a  kiss  within  the  cup,  and  I'll  not  ask  for  wine; 
The   thirst  that  from   the   soul   doth   rise,   doth   ask   a   drink 

divine, 
But  might  I  of  Jove's  nectar  sip,  I  would  not  change  for  thine. 

I  sent  thee  late  a  roseate  wreath,  not  so  much  honoring  thee, 
As  giving  it  a  hope  that  there  it  could  not  withered  be; 
But  thou  thereon   did'st  only  breathe,  and  send'st  it  back 

to  me, 
Since  when  it  grows  and  smells,  I  swear,  not  of  itself,  but 

thee. 

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SOLDIER'S    FAREWELL. 

How  can  I  bear  to  leave  thee, 
One  parting  kiss  I  give  thee; 
And  then,  whate'er  befall  me, 
I  go  where  honor  calls  me. 

Chorus. 

Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love. 
Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love. 

Ne'er  more  may  I  behold  thee, 
Or  to  this  heart  enfold  thee; 
With  spear  and  pennon  glancing, 
I  see  the  foe  advancing. 

I  think  of  thee  with  longing, 
Think  thou,  when  tears  are  thronging, 
That  with  my  last  faint  sighing, 
I'll  whisper  soft  when  dying. 


COMIN'   THRO'   THE   RYE. 

If  a  body  meet  a  body, 

Comin'  thro'  the  rye, 
If  a  body  kiss  a  body, 

Need  a  body  cry? 
Ev'ry  lassie  has  her  laddie; 

Nane,  they  say,  ha'e  I; 
Yet  a'  the  lads  they  smile  on  me, 

When  comin'  thro'  the  rye. 

If  a  body  meet  a  body, 

Comin'  frae  the  town, 
If  a  body  greet  a  body, 

Need  a  body  frown? 
Ev'ry  lassie  has  her  laddie; 

Nane,  they  say,  ha'e  I; 
Yet  a'  the  lads  they  smile  on  me, 

When  comin'  thro'  the  rye. 

Amang  the  train  there  is  a  swain, 

I  dearly  love  mysel'. 
But  what's  his  name,  or  where's  his  hame, 

I  dinna  choose  to  tell. 
Ev'ry  lassie  has  her  laddie; 

Nane,  they  say,  ha'e  I; 
Yet  a'  the  lads  they  smile  on  me, 

When  comin'  thro'  the  rye. 

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AULD    LANG   SYNE. 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  never  brought  to  mind? 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  days  of  auld  lang  syne? 

Chorus. 
For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear, 

For  auld  lang  syne, 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 

For  auld  lang  syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  run  aboot  the  braes, 

And  pu'd  the  gowans  fine, 
We've  wander'd  mony  a  weary  foot 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  sported  i'  the  burn, 

Frae  mornin'  sun  till  dine, 
But  seas  between  us  braid  ha'e  roared 
Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 

And  here's  a  hand,  my  trusty  frien', 

And  gie's  a  hand  o'  thine, 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 

For  auld  lang  syne. 


SWEET    AND    LOW. 

Sweet  and  low,  sweet  and  low, 

Wind  of  the  western  sea; 
Low,  low,  breathe  and  blow, 

Wind  of  the  western  sea; 
Over  the  rolling  waters  go, 
Come  from  the  djing  mocn  and  blow; 

Blow  him  again  to  me, 
While  my  little  one,  while  my  pretty  one  sleeps. 

Sleep  and  rest,  sleep  and  rest, 
Father  will  come  to  thee  soon; 
Rest,  rest  on  mother's  breast, 

Father  will  come  to  thee  soon; 
Father  will  come  to  his  babe  in  the  nest, 
Silver  sails  all  out  of  the  west, 

Under  the  silver  moon; 
Sleep,  my  little  one,  sleep,  my  pretty  one,  sleep. 

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BEN    BOLT. 

Oh!  don't  you  remember  sweet  Alice,  Ben  Bolt, 

Sweet  Alice  whose  hair  was  so  brown, 
Who  wept  with  delight  when  you  gave  her  a  smile, 

And  trembled  with  fear  at  your  frown? 
In  the  old  church-yard,  in  the  valley,  Ben  Bolt, 

In  a  corner  obscure  and  alone, 
They  have  fitted  a  slab  of  the  granite  so  gray, 

And  sweet  Alice  lies  under  the  stone; 
They  have  fitted  a  slab  of  the  granite  so  gray, 

And  sweet  Alice  lies  under  the  stone. 

Under  the  hickory  tree,  Ben  Bolt, 

Which  stood  at  the  foot  of  the  hill, 
Together  we've  lain  in  the  noonday  shade, 

And  listened  to  Appleton's  mill. 
The  mill-wheel  has  fallen  to  pieces,  Ben  Bolt, 

The  rafters  have  tumbled  in, 
And  a  quiet  that  crawls  round  the  walls  as  you  gaze 

Has  followed  the  olden  din; 
And  a  quiet  that  crawls  round  the  walls  as  you  gaze 

Has  followed  the  olden  din. 

And  don't  you  remember  the  school,  Ben  Bolt, 

With  the  master  so  kind  and  so  true, 
And  the  shaded  nook  by  the  running  brook, 

Where  the  fairest  wild  flow'rs  grew? 
Grass  grows  on  the  master's  grave,  Ben  Bolt, 

The  spring  of  the  brook  is  dry, 
And  of  all  the  boys  who  were  schoolmates  then, 

There  are  only  you  and  I; 
And  of  all  the  boys  who  were  schoolmates  then, 

There  are  only  you  and  I. 

There  is  change  in  the  things  I  loved,  Ben  Bolt, 

They  have  changed  from  the  old  to  the  new; 
But  I  feel  in  the  depths  of  my  spirit  the  truth, 

There  never  was  change  in  you. 
Twelve  months  twenty  have  past,  Ben  Bolt, 

Since  first  we  were  friends — yet  I  hail 
Thy  presence  a  blessing,  thy  friendship  a  truth, 

Ben  Bolt,  of  the  salt-sea  gale; 
Thy  presence  a  blessing,  thy  friendship  a  truth, 

Ben  Bolt,  of  the  salt-sea  gale! 


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THE    LAST    ROSE    OF    SUMMER. 

'Tis  the  last  rose  of  summer, 

Left  blooming  alone; 
All  her  lovely  companions 

Are  faded  and  gone; 
No  flower  of  her  kindred, 

No  rosebud  is  nigh, 
To  reflect  back  her  blushes, 

Or  give  sigh  for  sigh. 

I'll  not  leave  thee,  thou  lone  one, 

To  pine  on  the  stem, 
Since  the  lovely  are  sleeping, 

Go  sleep  thou  with  them; 
Thus  kindly  I  scatter 

Thy  leaves  o'er  the  bed, 
Where  thy  mates  of  the  garden 

Lie  scentless  and  dead. 

So  soon  may  I  follow, 

When  friendships  decay, 
And  from  love's  shining  circle 

The  gems  drop  away; 
When  true  hearts  lie  withered, 

And  fond  ones  are  flown, 
Oh,  who  would  inhabit 

This  bleak  world  alone! 


OFT   IN  THE   STILLY  NIGHT. 

Oft  in  the  stilly  night,  ere  slumber's  chain  hath  bound  me, 
Fond  mem'ry  brings  the  light  of  other  days  around  me, — 
The  smiles,  the  tears  of  childhood's  years,  the  words  of  love 

then  spoken, 
The   eyes   that  shone,   now   dimm'd   and   gone,   the   cheerful 

hearts  now  broken: 

Chorus. 

Thus,  in  the  stilly  night,  ere  slumber's  chain  hath  bound  me, 
Sad  mem'ry  brings  the  light  of  other  days  around  me. 

When  I  remember  all  the  friends  so  link'd  together 
I've  seen  around  me  fall,  like  leaves  in  wintry  weather, 
I  feel  like  one  who  treads  alone  some  banquet  hall  deserted, 
Whose  lights  are  fled,  whose  garlands  dead,  and  all  but  him 
departed. 

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ROBIN   ADAIR. 

What's  this  dull  town  to  me? 

Robin's  not  near. 
What  was't  I  wished  to  see, 

What  wish'd  to  hear? 
Where's  all  the  joy  and  mirth, 
That  made  this  town  a  heaven  on  earth? 
Oh!  they're  all  fled  with  thee, 
Robin  Adair. 

What  made  th'  assembly  shine? 

Robin    Adair. 
What  made  the  ball  so  fine? 

Robin  was   there. 
What,  when  the  play  was  o'er, 
What  made  my  heart  so  sore? 
Oh!  it  was  parting  with 
Robin    Adair. 

But  now  thou'rt  cold  to  me, 

Robin    Adair. 
But  now  thou'rt  cold  to  me, 

Robin    Adair. 
Yet  him  I  loved  so  well, 
Still  in  my  heart  shall  dwell; 
Oh!  I  can  ne'er  forget 
Robin  Adair. 


LISTEN    TO    THE    MOCKING-BIRD. 

I'm  dreaming  now  of  Hallie,  sweet  Hallie,  sweet  Hallie, 

I'm  dreaming  now  of  Hallie, 
For  the  thought  of  her  is  one  that  never  dies; 
She's  sleeping  in  the  valley,  the  valley,  the  valley, 

She's  sleeping  in  the  valley, 
And  the  mocking-bird  is  singing  where  she  lies. 

Chorus. 

Listen  to  the  mocking-bird, 

Listen  to  the  mocking-bird, 
The  mocking-bird  still  singing  o'er  her  grave; 

Listen  to  the  mocking-bird, 

Listen  to  the  mocking-bird, 
Still  singing  where  the  weeping  willows  wave. 


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Ah!  well  I  yet  remember,  remember,  remember, 

Ah!  well  I  yet  remember, 
When  we  gathered  in  the  cotton  side  by  side; 
'Twas  in  the  mild  September,  September,  September, 

'Twas  in  the  mild  September, 
And  the  mocking-bird  was  singing  far  and  wide. 

When  the  charms  of  spring  awaken,  awaken,  awaken, 

When  the  charms  of  spring  awaken, 
And  the  mocking-bird  is  singing  on  the  bough, 
I  feel  like  one  forsaken,  forsaken,  forsaken, 

I  feel  like  one  forsaken, 
Since  my  Hallie  is  no  longer  with  me  now. 


GOD    BE    WITH    YOU. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again; 
By  His  counsels  guide,  uphold  you, 
With  His  sheep  securely  fold  you; 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

Refrain. 

Till  me  meet,  till  we  meet, 
Till  we  meet  at  Jesus'  feet; 
Till  we  meet,  till  we  meet, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again; 

'Neath  His  wings  protecting  hide  you, 

Daily  manna  still  divide  you; 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again; 
When  life's  perils  thick  confound  you, 
Put  His  arms  unfailing  round  you; 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again; 
Keep  love's  banner  floating  o'er  you, 
Smite  death's  threatening  wave  before  you; 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 


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THE  OLD   OAKEN   BUCKET. 

How  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  childhood, 

When  fond  recollection  presents  them  to  view! 
The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep-tangled  wildwood, 

And  ev'ry  loved  spot  which  my  infancy  knew, 
The  wide-spreading  pond,  and  the  mill  that  stood  by  it, 

The  bridge  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell; 
The  cot  of  my  father,  the  dairy-house  nigh  it, 

And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 

That  moss-covered  bucket  I  hailed  as  a  treasure, 

For  often  at  noon,  when  I  returned  from  the  field, 
I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure, 

The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  can  yield. 
How  ardent  I  seized  it,  with  hands  that  were  glowing, 

And  quick  to  the  white-pebbled  bottom  it  fell; 
Then  soon,  with  the  emblem  of  truth  overflowing, 

And  dripping  with  coolness,  it  rose  from  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket  arose  from  the  well. 

How  sweet  from  the  green,  mossy  brim  to  receive  it, 

As,  poised  on  the  curb,  it  inclined  to  my  lips! 
Not  a  full-blushing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to  leave  it, 

Tho'  filled  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips. 
And  now,  far  removed  from  the  loved  habitation, 

The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell, 
As  fancy  reverts  to  my  father's  plantation, 

And  sighs  for  the  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well; 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket  which  hangs  in  the  well. 


I  FOUND  A  HORSE-SHOE. 

I  found  a  horse-shoe,  I  found  a  horse-shoe, 

I  picked  it  up  and  hung  it  on  the  wall. 

It  was  a  rusty  one,  and  full  of  nail  holes. 

'T  will  bring  good  luck,  good  luck  forevermore. 


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POPULAR^  SONGS 


WHITE   WINGS. 

Sail!  home,  as  straight  as  an  arrow, 
My  yacht  shoots  along  on  the  crest  of  the  sea; 

Sail!   home,   to   sweet  Maggie  Darrow, 
In  her  dear  little  home  she  is  waiting  for  me. 

High  up!  where  the  cliffs  they  are  craggy, 
There's  where  the  girl  of  my  heart  waits  for  me! 

Heigh!  ho,  I  long  for  you,  Maggie, 

I'll  spread  out  my  "white  wings"  and  sail  home  to  thee. 
Yo !  ho,  how  we  go ! 
Oh,  how  the  winds  blow! 

Chorus. 

"White  wings,"  they  never  grow  weary, 
They  carry  me  cheerily  over  the  sea; 

Night  comes,  I  long  for  my  dearie, 
I'll  spread  out  my  "white  wings"  and  sail  home  to  thee! 

Sail!  home,  to  love  and  caresses, 
When  Maggie,  my  darling,  is  there  at  my  side; 

Sail!  home,  blue  eyes  and  gold  tresses, — 
The  fairest  of  all  is  my  own  little  bride. 

Sail!  home,  to  part  from  thee  never, 
Always  together  life's  voyage  shall  be; 

Sail!  home,  to  love  thee  forever! 

I'll  spread  out  my  "white  wings"  and  sail  home  to  thee. 
Yo!  ho,  how  we  go! 
Oh,  how  the  winds  blow! 


THOU  ART  MY  OWN  LOVE. 

Thou  art  my  own  love,  believe  me, 
Promise  you  ne'er  will  deceive  me, 

Ah,  would  that  thou  wert  mine! 
Cupid,  thou  art  but  a  rover, 
Seeking  forever 
Some  foolish  rogue  of  a  lover, 

You  will  find  him,  never  fear. 
And  oh,  we'll  dine  on  the  fat  of  the  land, 

O  yes,  we'll  dine 

When  we  have  married  been,  my  love, 
When  we  have  married  been,  my  love, 
And  oh,  we'll  dine  on  the  fat  of  the  land, 

O  yes,  we'll  dine 
When  we  have  married  been. 


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JUANITA. 

Soft  o'er  the  fountain, 
Ling'ring  falls  the  southern  moon; 

Far  o'er   the  mountain 
Breaks  the  day  too  soon! 

In  thy  dark  eyes  splendor, 
Where  the  warm  light  loves  to  dwell, 

Weary  looks,  yet  tender, 
Speak  their  fond  farewell! 

Nita!  Juanita! 
Ask  thy  soul  if  we  should  part! 

Nita!  Juanita! 
Lean  thou  on  my  heart. 

When  in  thy  dreaming, 
Moons  like  these  shall  shine  again, 

And   daylight   beaming, 
Prove  thy  dreams  are  vain. 

Wilt  thou  not,  relenting, 
For  thine  absent  lover  sigh, 

In  thy  heart  consenting 
To  a  prayer  gone  by? 

Nita!  Juanita! 
Let  me  linger  by  thy  side! 

Nita!  Juanita! 
Be  my  own  fair  bride! 


WHAT    CAN    THE    MATTER    BE? 

Oh,  dear!  what  can  the  matter  be? 
Dear,  dear!  what  can  the  matter  be? 
Oh,  dear!  what  can  the  matter  be? 

Johnny's  so  long  at  the  fair. 
He  promised  to  buy  me  a  trinket  to  please  me, 
And  then  for  a  smile,  oh,  he  vowed  he  would  tease 

me. 
He  promised  to  bring  me  a  bunch  of  blue  ribbons 

To  tie  up  my  bonnie  brown  hair. 

Oh,  dear!  what  can  the  matter  me? 
Dear,  dear!  what  can  the  matter  be? 
Oh,  dear!  what  can  the  matter  be? 

Johnny's  so  long  at  the  fair. 
He  promised  to  bring  me  a  basket  of  posies, 
A  garland  of  lilies,  a  gift  of  red  roses, 
A  little  staw  hat  to  set  off  the  blue  ribbons 

That  tie  up  my  bonnie  brown  hair. 

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GOOD-BYE,    DOLLY    GRAY. 

I  have  come  to  say  good-bye,  Dolly  Gray, 

It's  no  use  to  ask  me  why,  Dolly  Gray, 

There's  a  murmur  in  the  air, 

You  can  hear  it  everywhere, 

It  is  time  to  do  and  dare,  Dolly  Gray. 

Don't  you  hear  the  tramp  of  feet,  Dolly  Gray, 

Sounding  through  the  village  street,  Dolly  Gray, 

"Tis  the  tramp  of  soldiers  true 

In  their  uniforms  of  blue, 

I  must  say  good-bye  to  you,  Dolly  Gray! 

Chorus. 

Good-bye,  Dolly,  I  must  leave  you, 
Tho'  it  breaks  my  heart  to  go, 
Something  tells  me  I  am  needed  at  the  front  to 

fight  the  foe. 

See  the  boys  in  blue  are  marching, 
And  I  can  no  longer  stay. 
Hark!   I  hear  the  bugle  calling, 
Good-bye,  Dolly  Gray! 

Hear  the  rolling  of  the  drums,  Dolly  Gray, 

Back  from  war  the  reg'ment  comes,  Dolly  Gray. 

On  your  lovely  face  so  fair, 

I  can  see  a  look  of  care, 

For  your  soldier  boy's  not  there,  Dolly  Gray. 

For  the  one  you  loved  so  well,  Dolly  Gray, 

In  the  midst  of  battle  fell,  Dolly  Gray, 

With  his  face  towards  the  foe; 

As  he  died  he  murmured  low, 

"I  must  say  good-bye  and  go,  Dolly  Gray!" 


HE  NEVER  CARES  TO  WANDER. 

For  he  never  cares  to  wander  from  his  own  fireside; 

He  never  cares  to  wander  or  to  roam. 
With  his  children  on  his  knee,  he's  as  happy  as  can  be; 

For  there's  no  place  like  home,  sweet  home. 


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LOCH   LOMOND. 

By  yon  bonnie  banks,  and  by  yon  bonnie  braes, 
Where  the  sun  shines  bright  on  Loch  Lomon', 

Where  me  and  my  true  love  were  ever  wont  to  gae, 
On  the  bonnie,  bonnie  banks  of  Loch  Lomon'. 

Chorus. 
Oh!  ye'll  tak'  the  high-road  and  I'll  tak'  the  low-road, 

And  I'll  be  in  Scotland  afore  ye, 
But  me  and  my  true  love  will  never  meet  again 

On  the  bonnie,  bonnie  banks  of  Loch  Lomon'. 

'Twas  there  that  we  parted  in  yon  shady  glen, 
On  the  steep,  steep  side  o'  Ben  Lomon', 

Where  in  purple  hue  the  Hieland  hills  we  view, 
And  the  moon  coming  out  in  the  gloaming. 

The  wee  birdies  sing  and  the  wild  flowers  spring, 
And  in  sunshine  the  waters  are  sleeping, 

But  the  broken  heart  it  kens  nae  second  spring  again, 
Tho'  the  waefu'  may  cease  frae  their  greeting. 


DUNDERBECK. 

There  was  a  fat  old  Dutchman,  and  his  name  was  Dunderbeck, 
He  was  very  fond  of  sausages,  and  sauerkraut,  and  speck; 
He  kept  a  great  big  butcher  shop,  the  finest  ever  seen, 
And  he  got  him  out  a  patent  for  a  sausage-meat  machine. 

Chorus. 

O  Dunderbeck!    O  Dunderbeck!   How  could  you  be  so  mean! 
I'm  sorry  you  e'er  invented  that  wonderful  machine; 
For  pussy-cats  and  long- tailed  rats  will  nevermore  be  seen; 
For  they'll  all  be  ground  to  sausage-meat 
In  Dunderbeck's  machine. 

One  day  a  very  little  boy  came  walking  in  the  store, 
To  buy  a  pound  of  sausage-meat,  and  eggs  a  half  a  score; 
And  then  while  he  was  standing  there  he  whistled  up  a  tune, 
And  the  sausages  began  to  dance  and  hop  about  the  room. 

But  something  got  the  matter,  the  machine  it  would  not  go, 
So  Dunderbeck,  he  crawled  inside,  the  reason  for  to  know; 
His  wife,  she  had  the  nightmare,  and  walking  in  her  sleep, 
She  gave  the  crank  a  h — 1  of  a  yank,  and  Dunderbeck  was 
meat. 

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ON    THE    ROAD    TO    MANDALAY. 

By  the  old  Moulmein  Pagoda,  lookin'  eastward  to  the  sea, 

There's  a  Burma  giri  a-settin'  and  I  know  she  thinks  o'  me; 

For  the  wind  is  in  the  palm  trees,  and  the  temple  bells  they 
say: 

"Come   you    back,    you    British    soldier;    come   you    back   to 

Mandalay!" 

Come  you  back  to  Mandalay, 
Where  the  old  Flotilla  lay; 

Can't  you  'ear  their  paddles  chunkin'  from  Rangoon  to  Man 
dalay? 

Chorus. 

On  the  road  to  Mandalay, 
Where  the  flyin'  fishes  play, 

An'  the  dawn  comes  up  like  thunder  outer  China  'crost 
the  bay! 

'Er  petticoat  was  yaller  an'  'er  little  cap  was  green, 

An'  'er  name  was  Su-pi-yaw-lat — jes'  the  same  as  Thee-baw's 

Queen, 

An'  I  seed  her  first  a-smokin'  of  a  whackin'  white  cheroot; 
An'  a-wastin'  Christian  kisses  on  an  'eathen  idol's  foot; 
Bloomin'  idol  made  of  mud — 
What  they  call  the  Great  Gawd  Budd — 

Plucky  lot  she  cared  for  idols  when  I  kissed  'er  where  she 
stud! 

I  am  sick  of  wastin'  leather  on  these  gritty  pavin'  stones, 
An'  the  blasted  Henglish  drizzle  wakes  the  fever  in  my  bones; 
Tha'  I  walks  with  fifty  'ousemaids  outer  Chelsea  to  the  Strand 
An'  they  talks  a-lot  of  lovin',  but  what  do  they  understand? 

Beefy  face  and  grubby  'and — 

Law!  wot  do  they  understand? 
I've  a  neater,  sweeter  maiden  in  a  cleaner,  greener  land! 

Ship  me  somewheres  east  of  Suez  where  the  best  is  like  the 
worst, 

Where  there  aren't  no  Ten  Commandments,  an'  a  man  can 
raise  a  thirst; 

For  the  temple  bells  are  callin',  an'  it's  there  that  I  would  be — 

By  the  old  Moulmein  Pagoda,  lookin'  lazy  at  the  sea — 
On  the  road  to  Mandalay, 
Where  the  old  Flotilla  lay, 

With  our  sick  beneath  the  awnings  when  we  went  to  Man 
dalay! 


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BONNY  ELOISE. 

O,  sweet  is  the  vale  where  the  Mohawk  gently  glides 

On  its  clear  winding  way  to  the  sea, 
And  dearer  than  all  storied  streams  on  earth  besides 

Is  this  bright  rolling  river  to  me; 
But  sweeter,  dearer,  yes,  dearer  far  than  these, 

Who  charms  where  others  all  fail, 
Is  blue-eyed,  bonny,  bonny  Eloise, 

The  Belle  of  the  Mohawk  Vale. 

Chorus. 
But  sweeter,  dearer,  yes,  dearer  far  than  these, 

Who  charms  where  others  all  fail, 
Is  blue-eyed,  bonny,  bonny  Eloise, 

The  Belle  of  the  Mohawk  Vale. 

O,  sweet  are  the  scenes  of  my  boyhood's  sunny  years, 

That  be-spangle  the  gay  valley  o'er, 
And  dear  are  the  friends  seen  thro'  memory's  fond  tears, 

That  have  lived  in  the  blest  days  of  yore; 
But  sweeter,  dearer,  yes,  dearer  far  than  these, 

Who  charms  where  others  all  fail, 
Is  blue-eyed,  bonny,  bonny  Eloise, 

The  Belle  of  the  Mohawk  Vale. 

O,  sweet  are  the  moments  when  dreaming  i  roam, 

Thro'  my  loved  haunts,  now  mossy  and  grey, 
And  dearer  than  all  is  my  childhood's  hallow'd  home, 

That  is  crumbling  now  slowly  away; 
But  sweeter,  dearer,  dearer  far  than  these, 

Who  charms  where  others  all  fail, 
Is  blue-eyed,   bonny,   bonny   Eloise, 

The  Belle  of  the  Mohawk  Vale. 


DANUBE  RIVER. 

Do  you  recall  that  night  in  June, 

Upon  the  Danube  river? 
We  listened  to  a  Landler  tune, 

We  watched  the  moonbeams  quiver? 
I  oft  since  then  have  watched  the  moon, 

But  never,  love,  oh,  never, 
Can  I  forget  that  night  in  June, 

Upon  the  Danube  river! 
Can  I  forget  that  night  in  June, 

Upon  the  Danube  River! 

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Chorus. 
Can  I  forget  that  night  in  June, 

Upon  the  Danube  river! 
Can  I  forget  that  night  in  June, 

Upon  the  Danube  river! 

Our  boat  kept  measure  with  its  oar, 

The  music  rose  in  snatches, 
From  peasants  dancing  on  the  shore, 

With  boisterous  songs  and  catches: 
I  know  not  why  that  Landler  rang 

Through  all  my  soul,  but  never,  never, 
Can  I  forget  the  songs  they  sang, 

Upon  the  Danube  river! 
Can  I  forget  the  songs  they  sang, 

Upon  the  Danube  River! 

(Repeat  last  four  lines  for  chorus.) 


AN   OLD    SPANISH    PROVERB. 

There's  an  old  Spanish  proverb, 

Which  goes  very  much  like  this: 
"A  man  is  half  in  Heaven 

When  he  gets  a  woman's  kiss." 
If  you  want  the  golden  apple 

You  must  find  the  tree  and  shake  i 
If  the  thing  is  worth  the  having, 

And  you  want  a  kiss,  why,  take  it. 
There's  no  use  in  waiting  longer, 

For  the  sweetness  may  forsake  it, 
So  I  tell  thee,  bashful  lover, 

If  you  want  a  kiss,  why,  take  it. 

(Irish  version.) 
There's  an  ancient  Irish  proverb, 

And  its  meaning's  very  clear, 
If  the  eyes  you  love  are  distant, 

Then  make  love  to  eyes  more  near. 
Just  because  one  rose  is  missing, 

Should  its  fellows  be  less  prized? 
Other   fragrant   buds   are   glowing, 

Should  their  beauty  be  despised? 
When  the  world  is  full  of  music, 

Should  we  long  one  voice  lament? 
With  new  beams  of  beauty  near  us, 

Should  we  fail  to  be  content? 

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THE  OWL  AND  THE  PUSSY  CAT. 

The  Owl  and  the  PUSSTJ  Cat  went  to  sea  in  a  beautiful  pea- 
green  boat; 

They  took  some  honey  and  plenty  of  money,  wrapped  up 
in  a  five-pound  note, 

The  Owl  looked  up  to  the  stars  above,  and  sang  to  a  small 
guitar: 

"O  lovely  Pussy,  O  Pussy  my  love,  what  a  beautiful  Pussy 
you  are!" 

Pussy  said  to  the  Owl:  "You  elegant  fowl,  how  charmingly 

sweet  you  sing! 
O,   let  us  be  married,   too   long  we  have  tarried;   but  what 

shall  we  do  for  a  ring?" 
They  sailed  away  for  a  year  and  a  day,  to  the  land  where 

the  bong  tree  grows, 
And  there  in  a  wood,  a  Piggy  Wig  stood,   with  a  ring  in 

the  end  of  his  nose. 

"Dear  Pig,  are  you  willing  to  sell  for  a  shilling  your  ring?" 

Said  the  Piggy,  "I  will!" 
So  they  took  it  away,   and  were  married   next  day  by   the 

Turkey  who  lives  on  the  hill. 
They  dined  on  mince  and  slices  of  quince,  which  they  ate 

with  a  runcible  spoon; 
And  hand  in  hand,  on  the  edge  of  the  sand,  they  danced  by 

the  light  of  the  moon. 


BLOW,    YE    WINDS,    HEIGH-HO! 

A  capital  ship  for  an  ocean  trip 

Was  the  Walloping  Window  Blind! 
No  wind  that  blew  dismayed  her  crew, 

Or  troubled  the  Captain's  mind; 
The  man  at  the  wheel  was  made  to  feel 

Contempt  for  the  wildest  blow-ow, 
Tho'  it  often  appeared,  when  the  gale  had  cleared, 

That  he'd  been  in  his  bunk  below. 

Chorus. 

Then  blow,  ye  winds,  heigh-ho! 
A-roving  I  will  go! 
I'll  stay  no  more  on  England's  shore, 

So  let  the  music  play-ay-ay! 
I'm  off  for  the  morning  train! 
I'll  cross  the  raging  main! 
I'm  off  to  my  love  with  a  boxing  glove, 
Ten  thousand  miles  away! 

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The  bo's'n's  mate  was  very  sedate, 

Yet  fond  of  amusement  too; 
He  played  hop-scotch  with  the  starboard  watch, 

While  the  captain,  he  tickled  the  crew! 
And  the  gunner  we  had  was  apparently  mad, 

For  he  sat  on  the  after  rai-ai-ail, 
And  fired  salutes  with  the  captain's  boots, 

In  the  teeth  of  the  booming  gale! 

The  captain  sat  on  the  Commodore's  hat, 

And  dined  in  a  royal  way, 
Off  toasted  pigs  and  pickles  and  figs 

And  gunnery  bread  each  day. 
And  the  cook  was  Dutch,  and  behaved  as  such, 

For  the  diet  he  gave  the  crew-ew-ew 
Was  a  number  of  tons  of  hot  cross-buns 

Served  up  with  sugar  and  glue. 

All  nautical  pride  we  laid  aside, 

And  we  ran  the  vessel  ashore 
On  the  Gulliby  Isles,  where  the  Poopoo  smiles, 

And  the  rubbly  Ubdugs  roar. 
And  we  sat  on  the  edge  of  a  sandy  ledge 

And  shot  at  the  whistling  bee-ee-ee; 
And  the  cinnamon  bats  wore  waterproof  hats 

As  they  dipped  in  the  shiny  sea. 

On  Rugbug  bark,  from  morn  till  dark, 

We  dined  till  we  all  had  grown 
Uncommonly  shrunk;  when  a  Chinese  junk 

Came  up  from  the  Torriby  Zone. 
She  was  chubby  and  square,  but  we  didn't  much 
care, 

So  we  cheerily  put  to  sea-ee-ee; 
And  left  all  the  crew  of  the  junk  to  chew 

On  the  bark  of  the  Rugbug  tree. 


SALLY    IN    OUR    ALLEY. 

Of  all  the  girls  that  I  have  known, 

There's  none  like  pretty   Sally; 
She  is  the  darling  of  my  heart, 

And  she  lives  down  in  our  alley. 
There's  ne'er  a  lady  in  the  land 

That's  half  so  sweet  as  Sally; 
She  is  the  darling  of  my  heart, 

And  she  lives  down  in  our  alley. 


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PERRI  MERRI  DICTUM,  DOMINE. 

I  had  four  brothers  over  the  sea; 

Perri  merri  dictum,   Domine, 
And  they  each  sent  a  present  unto  me; 
Partum  quartern  peredicentum, 

Perri  merri  dictum,  Domine. 

The  first  sent  me  cherries  without  any  stones; 

Perri  merri  dictum,   Domine, 
The  second  sent  a  chicken  without  any  bones; 
Partum  quartern  peredicentum, 

Perri  merri  dictum,  Domine. 

The  third  sent  a  blanket  that  had  no  thread; 

Perri  merri  dictum,   Domine, 
The  fourth  sent  a  book  that  could  not  be  read; 
Partum  quartern  peredicentum, 

Perri  merri  dictum,  Domine. 

When  the  cherries  are  in  blossom  they  have  no  stones 

Perri  merri  dictum,   Domine, 
When  the  chicken's  in  the  egg  it  has  no  bones; 
Partum  quartern  peredicentum, 
Perri  merri  dictum,  Domine. 

When  the  blanket's  in  the  fleece  it  has  no  thread; 

Perri  merri  dictum,  Domine, 
When  the  book's  in  the  press  it  cannot  be  read; 
Partum  quartern  peredicentum, 

Perri  merri  dictum,  Domine. 


LITTLE   ANNIE    ROONEY. 

A  winning  way,  a  pleasant  smile, 
Dress'd  so  neat  but  quite  in  style, 
Merry  chaff  your  time  to  wile, 

Has  little  Annie  Rooney; 
Ev'ry  ev'ning,  rain  or  shine, 
I  make  a  call  'twixt  eight  and  nine, 
On  her  who  shortly  will  be  mine, 

Little  Annie  Rooney. 

Chorus. 

She's  my  sweetheart,  I'm  her  beau, 
She's  my  Annie,  I'm  her  Joe; 
Soon  we'll  marry  never  to  part, 
Little  Annie  Rooney  is  my  sweetheart! 

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The  parlor's  small,  but  neat  and  clean, 
And  set  with  taste  so  seldom  seen, 
And  you  can  bet  the  household  queen 

Is  little  Annie  Rooney! 
The  fire  burns  cheerfully  and  bright, 
As  a  family  circle  'round,  each  night 
We  form,  and  ev'ry  one's  delight, 

Is  little  Annie  Rooney. 

We've  been  engaged  close  on  a  year, 
The  happy  time  is  drawing  near, 
I'll  wed  the  one  I  love  so  dear — 

Little  Annie  Rooney! 
My  friends  declare  I  am  in  jest, 
Until  the  time  comes  will  not  rest, 
But  one  who  knows  it's  value  best 

Is  little  Annie  Rooney. 


SWEET    ROSIE    O'GRADY. 

Just  down  around  the  corner  of  the  street  where  I  reside, 
There  lives  the  cutest  little  girl  that  I  have  ever  spied; 
Her  name  is  Rose  O'Grady  and  I  don't  mind  telling  you 
That  she's  the  sweetest  little  Rose  the  garden  ever  grew. 

Chorus. 
Sweet  Rosie  O'Grady, 

My  dear  little  Rose, 
She's  my  steady  lady, 

'Most  everyone  knows. 
And  when  we  are  married, 

How  happy  we'll  be; 
I  love  sweet  Rosie  O'Grady, 

And  Rosie  O'Grady  loves  me. 

I  never  shall  forget  the  day  she  promised  to  be  mine, 
As  we  sat  telling  love-tales  in  the  golden  summer  time. 
'Twas  on  her  finger  that  I  placed  a  small  engagement  ring, 
While  in  the  trees  the  little  birds  this  song  they  seemed  to 
sing: 


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SCHOOL  DAYS. 

Nothing  to  do,  Nellie,  darling, 

Nothing  to  do,  you  say, 
Let's  take  a  trip  on  memory's  ship, 

Back  to  the  bygone  days. 
Sail  to  the  old  village  schoolhouse, 

Anchor  outside  the  school-door, 
Look  in  and  see,  there's  you  and  there's  me, 

A  couple  of  kids  once  more. 

Chorus. 

School  days,  school  days, 
Dear  old  golden-rule  days, 

Readin'  and  'ritin'  and  'rithmetic, 
Taught  to  the  tune  of  a  hick'ry  stick, 
You  were  my  queen  in  calico, 
I  was  your  bashful,  barefoot  beau, 
And  you  wrote  on  my  slate,  "I  love  you,  Joe," 
When  we  were  a  couple  of  kids. 

'Member  the  hill,  Nellie,  darling, 

And  the  oak-tree  that  grew  on  its  brow? 
They've  built  forty  stories  upon  that  old  hill 

And  the  oak's  an  old  chestnut  now. 
'Member  the  meadows  so  green,  dear, 

So  fragrant  with  clover  and  maize, 
Into  new  city  lots  and  preferred  business  plots, 

They've  cut  them  up  since  those  days. 


NANCY    LEE. 

Of  all  the  wives  as  e'er  you  know, 

Yeo-ho!   lads,  ho!   Yeo-ho!   Yeo-ho! 
There's  none  like  Nancy  Lee,  I  trow, 

Yeo-ho!  lads,  ho!  Yeo-ho! 

See,  there  she  stands  and  waves  her  hands,  upon  the  quay, 
'An'  ev'ry  day  when  I'm  away,  she'll  watch  for  me, 
An'  whisper  low,  when  tempests  blow,  for  Jack  at  sea, 
Yeo-ho!  lads,  ho!  Yeo-ho! 

Chorus. 
The  sailor's  wife  the  sailor's  star  shall  be, 

Yeo-ho!  we  go  across  the  sea; 
The  sailor's  wife  the  sailor's  star  shall  be, 

The  sailor's  wife  his  star  shall  be. 

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The  harbor's  past,  the  breezes  blow, 

Yeo-ho!   lads,   ho!   Yeo-ho!   Yeo-ho! 
'Tis  long  ere  we  come  back  I  know, 

Yeo-ho!  lads,  ho!  Yeo-ho! 

But  true  and  bright,  from  morn  till  night,  my  home  will  be, 
An'  all  so  neat,  an'  snug,  an'  sweet,  for  Jack  at  sea, 
An'  Nancy's  face  to  bless  the  place,  an'  welcome  me; 
Yeo-ho!  lads,  ho!  Yeo-ho! 

The  bo's'n  pipes  the  watch  below, 

Yeo-ho!  lads,  ho!   Yeo-ho!  Yeo-ho! 
Then  here's  a  health  before  we  go, 

Yeo-ho!  lads,  ho!  Yeo-ho! 
A  long,  long  life  to  my  sweet  wife,  and  mates  at  sea; 

An'  keep  our  bones  from  Davy  Jones  where'er  you  be, 
An'  may  you  meet  a  mate  as  sweet  as  Nancy  Lee. 
Yeo-ho!  lads,  ho!  Yeo-ho! 


A  HOT  TIME  IN  THE   OLD  TOWN. 

Come  along,  get  you  ready,  wear  your  bran,  bran  new  gown, 
For  dere's  gwine  to  be  a  meeting  in  that  good,  good  old  town, 
Where  you  knowded  ev'rybody  and  dey  all  knowded  you, 
And  you've  got  a  rabbit's  foot  to  keep  away  de  hoo-do. 
When  you  hear  that  the  preaching  does  begin, 
Bend  down  low  for  to  drive  away  your  sin, 
And  when  you  gets  religion  you  want  to  shout  and  sing, 
There'll  be  a  hot  time  in  the  old  town  to-night,  my  baby! 

Chorus. 

When  you  hear  dem  bells  go  ding,  ling,  ling, 
All  join  'round,  and  sweetly  you  must  sing, 
And  when  the  verse  am  thro',  in  the  chorus  all  join  in, 
There'll  be  a  hot  time  in  the  old  town  to-night! 

There'll  be  girls  for  ev'rybody  in  that  good,  good  old  town, 
For   dere's    Miss    Consola    Davis    an'    dere's    Miss    Gondolia 

Brown, 

And  dere's  Miss  Johanna  Beasly,  she  am  dressed  all  in  red; 
I  just  hugged  her  and  I  kissed  her,  and  to  me  then  she  said: 

"Please,  oh  please,  oh,  do  not  let  me  fall; 

You're  all  mine,  and  I  love  you  best  of  all; 

And  you  must  be  my  man,  or  I'll  have  no  man  at  all." 
There'll  be  a  hot  time  in  the  old  town  to-night,  my  baby! 


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DOWN    WHERE   THE   WURZBURGER   FLOWS. 

Now  poets  may  sing  of  the  dear  Fatherland 

And  the  soft  flowing  dreamy  old  Rhine — 
Beside  the  blue  Danube  in  fancy  they  stand 

And  they  rave  of  its  beauties  divine — 
And  there  is  a  spot  where  the  sun  never  shines, 

Where  mirth  and  good  fellowship  reign — 
For  dear  old  Bohemia  my  lonely  heart  pines 

And  I  long  to  be  there  once  again. 

Chorus. 

Take  me  down,  down, 

Down  where  the  Wurzburger  flows,  flows,  flows — 
It  will  drown,  drown,  drown  all  your  troubles  and 

cares  and  woes — 

Just  order  two  seidles  of  lager,  or  three. 
If  I  don't  want  to  drink  it,  please  force  it  on  me; 
The  Rhine  may  be  fine,  but  a  cold  stein  for  mine, 
Down  where  the  Wurzburger  flows. 

The  Rhine  by  moonlight's  a  beautiful  sight, 

When  the  wind  whispers  low  through  the  vines— 
But  give  me  some  good  old  Rathskeller  at  night, 

Where  the  brilliant  electric  light  shines. 
The  poets  may  think  it's  delightful  to  hear 

The  nightingale  piping  his  lay — 
Give  me  a  piano,  a  cold  stein  of  beer, 

And  a  fellow  who  knows  how  to  play. 


FAREWELL    SONG. 

Take  a  last  farewell; 

Now  the  heart  doth  swell 
With  desire  for  thy  well-doing. 

Cheerfully  go  forth; 

Happiness  on  earth 
Come  to  thee,  thy  hope  renewing. 
Wand'ring  e'er  'mid  joy  and  sorrow, 
Mirth  to-day  and  pain  to-morrow, 

So  life's  course  doth  flow 

Ever  here  below, 
'Mid  the  haunts  of  joy  and  sorrow. 


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Brother,  now  adieu! 

Partings  should  be  few, 
Partings  cause  such  sorrow  ever; 

But  where  friendship  reigns, 

Still  the  friend  remains; 
Distance  no  true  hearts  can  sever. 
May  Heav'n's  blessing  still  attend  thee, 
And  from  every  ill  defend  thee! 

Should  good  fortune  come, 

Think  of  us  at  home, 
Think  of  what  the  past  did  send  thee. 

Brother,  here's  a  hand, 

Token  that  our  band 
Shall  remain  true  and  united. 

From  all  envy  free, 

Let  our  pathway  be 
By  Truth's  steady  beacon  lighted. 
Let  us  look  for  future  meeting 
When  once  more  each  other  greeting 

We  our  vows  renew. 

Till  that  time  adieu! 
Farewell  till  another  meeting! 


BILLY  BOY. 

Oh,  where  have  you  been,  Billy  boy,  Billy  boy? 

Oh,  where  have  you  been,  charming  Billy? 

I  have  been  to  seek  a  wife, 

She's  the  joy  of  my  life; 

She's  a  young  thing  and  cannot  leave  her  mother. 

Did  she  bid  you  to  come  in,  Billy  boy,  Billy  boy? 

Did  she  bid  you  to  come  in,  charming  Billy? 

Yes,  she  bade  me  to  come  in, 

There's  a  dimple  in  her  chin; 

She's  a  young  thing  and  cannot  leave  her  mother. 

Did  she  set  for  you  a  chair,  Billy  boy,  Billy  boy? 

Did  she  set  for  you  a  chair,  charming  Billy? 

Yes,  she  set  for  me  a  chair, 

She  has  ringlets  in  her  hair; 

She's  a  young  thing  and  cannot  leave  her  mother. 

Can  she  make  a  cherry  pie,  Billy  boy,  Billy  boy? 

Can  she  make  a  cherry  pie,  charming  Billy? 

She  can  make  a  cherry  pie 

Quick  as  a  cat  can  wink  her  eye; 

She's  a  young  thing  and  cannot  leave  her  mother. 

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HEIDELBERG. 

Better  than  riches  of  worldly  wealth  is  a  heart  that's  always 

jolly, 
Beaming  with  happiness,  hope  and  health  and  warmed  by 

love  divine; 
But  sweeter  than  kisses  we  win  by  stealth  are  the  hours  we 

give  to  folly; 

So  come,  let  us  clink,  but  first  let  us  drink  one  toast  with  the 
brimming  "stein." 

Refrain. 
Here's  to  the  land  which  gave  me  birth,  here's  to  the  flag  she 

flies; 
Here's  to  her  sons,  the  best  of  earth;  here's  to  her  smiling 

skies ; 

Here's  to  a  heart  which  beats  for  me  true  as  the  stars  above; 
Here's  to   the   day  when  mine  she'll  be;  here's  to   the   girl 

I  love! 

O  Heidelberg,  dear  Heidelberg,  thy  sons  will  ne'er  forget 
That  golden  haze  of  student  days  is  round  about  us  yet. 
Those   days  of  yore   will  come   no   more,   but  through   our 

manly  years 
The  thought  of  you,  so  good,  so  true,  will  fill  our  eyes  with 

tears; 
The  thought  of  you,  so  good,  so  true,  will  fill  our  eyes  with 

tears. 


STAND  BY  YOUR  GLASSES. 

We  meet  'neath  the  sounding  rafter, 

And  the  walls  around  are  bare, 
As  they  shout  back  our  peals  of  laughter 

It  seems  as  the  dead  were  there; 
Then  stand  by  your  glasses  steady! 

We  drink  'fore  our  comrades'  eyes, 
One  cup  to  the  dead  already, 

Hurrah  for  the  next  man  that  dies! 

Not  a  sigh  for  the  lost  that  darkles, 

Not  a  tear  for  the  friends  that  sink, 
We'll  fall  'mid  the  wine  cups'  sparkles, 

As  mute  as  the  wine  we  drink; 
Come,  stand  to  your  glasses  steady, 

Tis  this  that  the  respite  buys, 
One  cup  for  the  dead  already, 

Hurrah  for  the  next  who  dies! 

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Who  dreads  to  the  dust  returning? 

Who  shrinks  from  the  sable  shore? 
Where  the  haughty,  restless  yearning 

Of  the  soul  can  sting  no  more: 
Ho!  stand  to  your  glasses  steady! 

This  world  is  a  world  of  lies, 
One  cup  to  the  dead  already, 

Hurrah  for  the  next  who  dies! 

Cut  off  from  the  land  that  bore  us, 

Betrayed  by  the  land  we  find, 
When  the  brightest  are  gone  before  us, 

And  the  dullest  are  most  behind; 
Stand,  stand  to  your  glasses  steady! 

"Pis  all  we  have  left  to  prize, 
One  cup  for  the  dead  already, 

And  one  for  the  next  who  dies! 


OFF  TO  PHILADELPHIA. 

My  name  is  Paddy  Leary,  from  a  shpot  call'd  Tipperary, 
The  hearts  of  all  the  girls  I  am  a  thorn  in, 

But  before  the  break  of  morn,  faith!  'tis  they'll  be  all  forlorn, 
For  I'm  off  to  Philadelphia  in  the  mornin'. 

Chorus. 
Wid  my  bundle  on  my  shoulder,  Faith!  there's  no  man  could 

be  bolder, 

I'm  lavin'  dear  ould  Ireland  widout  warnin', 
For  I  lately  took  the  notion  for  to  cross  the  briny  ocean, 
And  I  shtart  for  Philadelphia  in  the  mornin'. 

There's  a  girl  call'd  Kate  Malone,  whom  I'd  hoped  to  call 
my  own, 

And  to  see  my  little  cabin  floor  adornin', 
But  my  heart  is  sad  and  weary,  how  can  she  be  Missis  Leary, 

If  I  shtart  for  Philadelphia  in  the  mornin'? 

When  they  told  me  I  must  lave  the  place,  I  tried  to  keep  a 

cheerful  face, 

For  to  show  my  heart's  deep  sorrow  I  was  scornin', 
But  the  tears  will  surely  blind  me  for  the  friends  I  lave  be 
hind  me, 
When  I  shtart  for  Philadelphia  in  the  mornin'. 

Chorus. 
But  tho'  my  bundle's  on  my  shoulder,  and  there's  no  man 

could  be  bolder, 

Tho'  I'm  laving  now  the  shpot  that  I  was  born  in, 
Yet  some  day  I'll  take  a  notion  to  come  back  across  the  ocean, 
To  my  home  in  dear  ould  Ireland  in  the  mornin'. 

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THE  LITTLE  BROWN  JUG. 

My  wife  and  I  lived  all  alone, 
In  a  little  log  hut  we  called  our  own; 
She  loved  gin,  and  I  loved  rum, — 
I  tell  you  what,  we'd  lots  of  fun. 

Chorus. 

Ha,  ha,  ha,  you  and  me, 
"Little  Brown  Jug"  don't  I  love  thee! 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  you  and  me, 
"Little  Brown  Jug"  don't  I  love  thee! 

Tis  you  who  makes  my  friends,  my  foes, 
'Tis  you  who  makes  me  wear  old  clothes; 
Here  you  are,  so  near  my  nose, 
So  tip  her  up,  and  down  she  goes. 

When  I  go  toiling  to  my  farm, 

I  take  little  "Brown  Jug"  under  my  arm; 

I  place  it  under  a  shady  tree, 

Little  "Brown  Jug"  'tis  you  and  me. 

If  all  the  folks  in  Adam's  race 
Were  gathered  together  in  one  place, 
Then  I'd  prepare  to  shed  a  tear 
Before  I'd  part  with  you,  my  dear. 

If  I'd  a  cow  that  gave  such  milk 
I'd  clothe  her  in  the  finest  silk; 
I'd  feed  her  on  the  choicest  hay, 
And  milk  her  forty  times  a  day. 

The  rose  is  red,  my  nose  is,  too, 
The  violet's  blue,  and  so  are  you; 
And  yet  I  guess  before  I  stop 
We'd  better  take  another  drop. 


SAILING. 

Y'heave  ho!  my  lads,  the  wind  blows  free, 

A  pleasant  gale  is  on  our  lee; 

And  soon  across  the  ocean  clear 

Our  gallant  bark  shall  bravely  steer. 
But  ere  we  part  from  England's  shores  to-night, 
A  song  we'll  sing  for  home  and  beauty  bright. 

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Chorus. 

Then  here's  to  the  sailor,  and  here's  to  the  hearts  so  true, 
Who  will  think  of  him  upon  the  waters  blue! 
Sailing,  sailing,  over  the  bounding  main, 
For  many  a  stormy  wind  shall  blow,  ere  Jack  comes  home 

again ! 

Sailing,  sailing,  over  the  bounding  main, 
For  many  a  stormy  wind  shall  blow,  ere  Jack  comes  home 

again. 

The  sailor's  life  is  bold  and  free, 

His  home  is  on  the  rolling  sea; 

And  never  heart  more  true  or  brave 

Than  his  who  launches  on  the  wave. 
Afar  he  speeds  in  distant  climes  to  roam, 
With  jocund  song  he  rides  the  sparkling  foam. 

The  tide  is  flowing  with  the  gale, 

Y'heave  ho!  my  lads,  set  ev'ry  sail; 

The  harbor  bar  we  soon  shall  clear; 

Farewell,  once  more,  to  home  so  dear, 
For  when  the  tempest  rages  loud  and  long, 
That  home  shall  be  our  guiding  star  and  song. 


"OH,  DIDN'T  HE  RAMBLE." 

Old  Beebe  had  three  full-grown  sons,  Buster,  Bill  and  Bee, 

And  Buster  was  the  black  sheep  of  the  Beebe  family. 

They  tried  their  best  to  break  him  of  his  rough  and  rowdy 

ways, 
At  last  they  had  to  get  a  Judge  to  give  him  ninety  days. 

Chorus. 

Oh!  didn't  he  ramble,  ramble! 
He  rambled  all  around,  in  and  out  the  town, 

Oh!  didn't  he   ramble,  ramble! 

He  rambled  till  the  butchers  cut  him  down,  cut  him  down. 
(Repeat) 

This  black  sheep  was  a  terror,  and  such  a  ram  was  he 
That  ev'ry  "copper"  knew  by  heart  his  rambling  pedigree, 
And  when  he  took  his  ladder  out  to  go  and  paint  the  town, 
They  had  to  take  their  megaphones  to  call  the  rambler  down. 

He  rambled  in  a  swell  hotel,  his  appetite  was  "stout," 
When  he  refused  to  pay  his  bill  the  landlord  kicked  him  out; 
He  reached  to  strike  him  with  a  brick,  but  when  he  went  to 

stoop 
The  landlord  kicked  him  in  the  pants  and  made  him  loop 

the  loop. 

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DRILL,  YE  TARRIERS,  DRILL. 

Oh!  ev'ry  morning  at  seven  o'clock, 
You'll  see  a  gang  o'  tarriers  drilling  on  a  rock; 
The  foreman  says,  "Pat,  don't  stand  still, 
But  come  down  heavy  on  the  cast-iron  drill." 

Spoken — Stand    out    there    with    the    flag,    Sullivan.      Stand 
back  there!    Blast!    Fire!     All  over! 

Chorus. 

Then  drill,  ye  tarriers,  drill, 

Drill,  ye  tarriers,  drill, 

Oh,  it's  work  all  day  without  sugar  in  your  tay, 
When  ye  work  beyand  on  the  railway, 

And  drill,  ye  tarriers,  drill. 

Oh,  the  grub  that  we  got  it  was  n't  very  good, 
The  bread  was  as  tough  as  an  old  stick  of  wood; 
We  called  on  the  landlord  at  twelve  o'clock  at  night, 
And  we  blew  him  sky-high  with  a  can  o'  dynamite. 

Spoken — Stand   out   forninst   the    fence   with   the   flag,    Mc 
Carthy.     Stand  back,  etc. 

The   foreman's   name  was   Dan    McCann, 
Begobs  he  was  a  blamed  mean  man; 
One  day  a  premature  blast  went  off, 
And  up  in  the  air  went  big  Jim  Goff. 

Spoken — Where's    the    fuse,    McGinty?      What,    he    lit    his 
pipe  with  it!    Stop  the  Belt  car  coming  down.    Stand  back,  etc. 

When  pay-day  next  it  came  around, 
Poor  Jim's  pay  a  dollar  short  he  found; 
"What  for?"  says  he,  then  came  this  reply, 
"You  were  docked  for  the  time  you  were  up  in  the  sky." 
Spoken — More  oatmeal  in  the  bucket,  McCue.     What's  that 

you're    reading,    Duffy,    the    Staats-Zeitung?      Get    out    there 

with   the   flag.      Stand   back,   etc. 


THE    GIRL    I    LEFT    BEHIND    ME. 

I'm  lonesome  since  I  cross'd  the  hill, 

And  o'er  the  moor  and  valley; 
Such  heavy  thoughts  my  heart  do  fill, 

Since  parting  with  my  Sally. 
I  seek  no  more  the  fine  and  gay, 

For  each  does  but  remind  me 
How  swift  the  hours  did  pass  away 

With  the  girl  I've  left  behind  me. 

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Oh!  ne'er  shall  I  forget  the  night, 

The  stars  were  bright  above  me, 
And  gently  lent  their  silv'ry  light, 

When  first  she  vowed  she  loved  me. 
But  now  I'm  bound  to  Brighton  camp, 

Kind  Heaven,  may  favor  find  me, 
And  send  me  safely  back  again 

To  the  girl  I've  left  behind  me. 

My  mind  her  form  shall  still  retain, 

In  sleeping  or  in  waking, 
Until  I  see  my  love  again, 

For  whom  my  heart  is  breaking. 
If  ever  I  should  see  the  day 

When  Mars  shall  have  resigned  me, 
For  evermore  I'll  gladly  stay 

With  the  girl  I've  left  behind  me. 


IN   THE   GOOD    OLD    SUMMERTIME. 

There's  a  time  in  each  year  that  we  always  hold  dear, 

Good  old  Summertime; 
With  the  birds  and  the  treeses  and  sweet  scented  breezes, 

Good  old  Summertime — 
When  your  day's  work  is  over  then  you  are  in  clover,  and 

life  is  one  beautiful  rhyme — 
No  trouble  annoying,  each  one  enjoying, 

The  good  old  Summertime — 

Chorus. 

In  the  good  old  Summertime — 
In  the  good  old  Summertime — 
Strolling  thro'  the  shady  lanes, 
With  your  baby  mine — 
You  hold  her  hand  and  she  holds  yours, 
And  that's  a  very  good  sign, 
That    she's    your    tootsey-wootsey    in 
The  good  old  Summertime — 

To  swim  in  the  pool,  you'd  play  "hooky"  from  school, 

Good  old  Summertime — 
You'd  play  "ring-a-rosie"  with  Jim,  Kate  and  Josie, 

Good  old  Summertime — 

Those  days  full  of  pleasure  we  now  fondly  treasure, 
When  we  never  thought  it  a  crime — 
To  go  stealing  cherries,  with  face  brown  as  berries, 

Good  old  Summertime — 

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KILLALOE. 

Well  I  happened  to  be  born  at  the  time  they  cut  the  corn, 

Quite  contagious  to  the  town  of  Killaloe; 
Where  to  tache  us  they'd  a  schame,  and  a  Frinch  Mossoo  he 
came 

To  instruct  us  in  the  game  of  "parlez  vous!" 
I've  one  father,  that  I  swear;  but  he  said  I  had  a  "pere!" 

And  he  struck  me  when  I  said  it  was  n't  true. 
And  the  Irish  for  a  "jint,"  or  the  Frinch  for  "half  a  pint," 

Faith  we  larnt  it  in  the  school  at  Killaloe. 

Chorus. 
You  may  talk  of  Boneyparty,  you  may  talk  about  Ecarte, 

Or  any  other  party,  and  "comment  vous  portez  vous?" 
We  larnt  to  sing  it  aisy,  that  song  the  Marsellasy, 

Boo-long,  Too  long,  the  continong,  we  larnt  at  Killaloe. 

"Mais  oui!"  Mossoo  would   cry;   "well,  of  course   you   can," 

says  I, 

"Non!"  no — "I  know,"  says  I,  with  some  surprise. 
When  a  boy,  straight  up  from  Clare,  heard  his  mother  called 

a  "mere!" 

He  gave  Mossoo  his  fist  between  the  eyes. 
Says    Mossoo,   with   much   alarm,   "Go   and   call   for   Johnny 

Darm!" 

There's  no  such  name,  said  I,  about  the  place. 
"Comment?"  he  made  reply;  "Come  on  yerself,"  says  I, 
And  I  scattered  all  the  features  of  his  face. 

Oh,  boys,  there  was  the  fun,  you  should  see  him  when  'twas 
done; 

His  eyeballs  one  by  one  did  disappear! 

And  a  doctor  from  the  south   took   some   days  to   find  his 
mouth, 

Which  had  somehow  got  concealed  behind  his  ear. 
Then  he  swore  an  awful  oath,  he'd  have  law  agin  us  both, 

And  then  he'd  lave  both  Limerick  and  Clare! 
For  he  found  it  would  n't  do  to  tache  Frinch  in  Killaloe, 

Unless  he  had  a  face  or  two  to  spare. 

To  the  magistrate  he  wint,  and  a  lot  of  time  he  spint; 

Says  the  magistrate,  "Begorry  I'm  perplexed! 
For  a  fellow  who,  you  see,  spells  whisky  O,  D,  V, 

You  never  know  what  he'll  be  up  to  next." 
Thin  nothing  more  was  said,  Mossoo  went  home  to  bed, 

And  mixed  no  more  in  Killaloe  affairs; 
And  the  papers  of  the  place  said  the  foreign  teacher's  face 

Was  closed  for  alterations  and  repairs. 

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If  disguises  you  would  try,  or  would  prove  an  alibi, 

Or  alter  your  appearance  just  for  fun; 
You've  just  one  thing  to  do,  go  tache  Frinch  at  Killaloe, 

And  your  mother  will  not  know  you  for  her  son. 
Frinch  may  be  very  fine,  it's  no  enemy  of  mine, 

But  as  I  think  you'll  aisily  suppose, 
Whatever  tongue  you  take,  it  is  mighty  hard  to  spake 

While  your  ear  keeps  changing  places  with  your  nose. 

(Encore  verse.) 
Now  I'm  glad  to  find  'tis  true,  ye  are  plased  with  Killaloe! 

And  our  conduct  to   the  tacher  they  did  send; 
But  I've  tould  you  all  that  passed,  so  this  verse  must  be  the 
last, 

That's  the  reason  I  have  left  it  to  the  end. 
We're  all  Irish  tenants  there,  and  we're  all  prepared  to  swear 

That  to  the  Irish  language  we'll  be  true! 
But  we  all  wid  one  consent,  when  they  ax  us  for  the  rent, 

Sure  we  answer  them  in  Frinch  in  Killaloe. 


LOVE'S  OLD  SWEET  SONG. 

Once  in  the  dear,  dead  days  beyond  recall, 
When  on  the  world  the  mists  began  to  fall, 
Out  of  the  dreams  that  rose  in  happy  throng, 
Low  to  our  hearts  love  sang  an  old  sweet  song; 
And  in  the  dusk,  where  fell  the  twilight  gleam, 
Softly  it  wove  itself  into  our  dream. 

Chorus. 

Just  a  song  at  twilight,  when  the  lights  are  low, 
And  the  flickering  shadows  softly  come  and  go, 
Though  the  heart  be  weary,  sad  the  day  and  long, 
Still  to  us  at  twilight,  comes  love's  old  song, 
Comes  love's  old  sweet  song. 

Even  today  we  hear  love's  song  of  yore, 
Deep  in  our  hearts  it  dwells  forevermore; 
Footsteps  may  falter,  weary  grow  the  way, 
Still  we  can  hear  it  at  the  close  of  day. 
So  to  the  end,  when  life's  dim  shadows  fall, 
Love  will  be  found  the  sweetest  song  of  all. 


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THE  WEARING  OF  THE  GREEN. 

0  Paddy,  dear,  and  did  you  hear  the  news  that's  going  round? 
The  Shamrock  is  forbid  by  law  to  grow  on  Irish  ground; 
Saint  Patrick's  day  no  more  we'll  keep,  his  color  can't  be  seen, 
For  there's  a  bloody  law  ag'in'  the  wearin'  o'  the  green. 

1  met  with  Napper  Tandy  and  he  tuk  me  by  the  hand, 

And  he  says  "How's  poor  ould  Ireland,  and  how  does  she 

stand?" 

She's  the  most  distressful  country  that  ever  you  have  seen; 
They're  hanging  men  and  women  there  for  wearing  of  the 

green. 

Then  since  the  color  we  must  wear  is  England's  cruel  red, 
Sure  Ireland's  sons  will  ne'er  forget  the  blood  that  they  have 

shed. 
You  may  take  the  shamrock  from  your  hat,  and  cast  it  on 

the  sod, 

But  'twill  take  root  and  flourish  still,  tho'  under  foot  'tis  trod. 
When  the  law  can  stop  the  blades  of  grass  from  growing  as 

they   grow, 
And  when  the  leaves  in  summer  time  their  verdure  dare  not 

show; 

Then  I  will  change  the  color  I  wear  in  my  caubeen, 
But  till  that  day,  I'll  stick  for  aye  to  wearing  of  the  green. 

But  if  at  last  our  color  should  be  torn  from  Ireland's  heart, 
Her  sons  with  shame  and  sorrow  from  the  dear  old  soil  will 

part. 

I've  heard  whisper  of  a  country  that  lies  far  beyant  the  say, 
Where  rich  and  poor  stand  equal,  in  the  light  of  freedom's 

day. 

O  Erin,  must  we  lave  you,  driven  by  the  tyrant's  hand, 
Must  we  ask  a  mother's  welcome  from  a  strange,  but  happy 

land; 
Where  the  cruel  cross  of  England's  thraldom  never  shall  be 

seen, 
And  where,  in  peace,  we'll  live  and  die,  a-wearing  of  the  green. 


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NEGRO    cTWELODIES 


OH!    SUSANNA! 

I  came  from  Alabama, 

Wid  my  banjo  on  my  knee; 
I'm  gwine  to  Lousiana, 

My  true  lub  for  to  see. 
It  rain'd  all  night  de  day  I  left; 

De  weather  it  was  dry, 
De  sun  so  hot  I  froze  to  death; 

Susanna,  don't  you  cry. 

Chorus. 
Oh!  Susanna, 
Oh,  don't  you  cry  for  me! 

I've  come  from  Alabama, 
Wid  my  banjo  on  my  knee. 

I  jump'd  aboard  de  telegraph, 

And  trabb'led  down  de  ribber; 
De  'lectric  fluid  magnified, 

And  kill'd  five  hundred  nigger; 
De  bullgine  bust,  de  hoss  run  off, 

I  really  thought  I'd  die; 
I  shut  my  eyes  to  hold  my  breath. 

Susanna,  don't  you  cry. 

I  had  a  dream  de  odder  night 

When  eb'ry  ting  was  still; 
I  thought  I  saw  Susanna 

A-coming  down  de  hill; 
De  buckwheat  cake  was  in  her  mouth, 

De  tear  was  in  her  eye. 
Says  I,  "I'm  coming  from  de  South; 

Susanna,  don't  you  cry." 

I  soon  will  be  in  New  Orleans, 

And  den  I'll  look  all  'round, 
And  when  I  find  Susanna 

I  will  fall  upon  de  ground; 
And  if  I  do  not  find  her, 

Dis  darky'll  surely  die, 
And  when  I'm  dead  and  buried, 

Susanna,   don't  you  cry. 

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UNCLE  NED. 

Dere  was  an  old  Nigga,  dey  called  him  Uncle  Ned- 
He's  dead  long  ago,  long  ago! 

He  had  no  wool  on  de  top  ob  his  head — 
De  place  whar  de  wool  ought  to  grow. 

Chorus. 

Den  lay  down  de  shubble  and  de  hoe, 
Hang  up  de  fiddle  and  de  bow; 

No  more  hard  work  for  poor  Old  Ned — 
He's  gone  whar  de  good  Niggas  go, 

No  more  hard  work  for  poor  Old  Ned — 
He's  gone  whar  de  good  Niggas  go. 

His  fingers  were  long  like  de  cane  in  de  brake, 

He  had  no  eyes  for  to  see; 
He  had  no  teeth  for  to  eat  de  corn  cake, 

So  he  had  to  let  de  corn  cake  be. 

When  Old  Ned  die  Massa  take  it  mighty  hard, 

De  tears  run  down  like  de  rain; 
Old  Missus  turn  pale  and  she  gets  berry  sad, 

Cayse  she  nebber  see  Old  Ned  again. 


OLD  BLACK  JOE. 

Gone  are  the  days  when  my  heart  was  young  and  gay; 
Gone  are  my  friends  from  the  cotton  fields  away; 
Gone  from  the  earth  to  a  better  land,  I  know, 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 

Chorus. 

I'm  coming,  I'm  coming,  for  my  head  is  bending  low; 
I  hear  those  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 

Why  do  I  weep  when  my  heart  should  feel  no  pain? 
Why  should  I  sigh  that  my  friends  come  not  again? 
Grieving  for  forms  now  departed  long  ago, 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 

Where  are  the  hearts  once  so  happy  and  so  free? 
The  children  so  dear,  that  I  held  upon  my  knee? 
Gone  to  the  shore  where  my  soul  has  long'd  to  go, 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 


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DARLING    NELLIE    GRAY. 

There's  a  low  green  valley  on  the  old  Kentucky  shore, 
There  I've  whiled  many  happy  hours  away, 

A-sitting  and  a-singing  by  the  little  cottage  door 
Where  lived  my  darling  Nelly  Gray. 

Chorus. 
Oh!  my  poor  Nelly  Gray,  they  have  taken  you  away, 

And  I'll  never  see  my  darling  any  more; 
I'm  sitting  by  the  river  and  I'm  weeping  all  the  day, 

For  you've  gone  from  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 

When  the  moon  had  climbed  the  mountain,  and  the  stars 
were  shining,  too, 

Then  I'd  take  my  darling  Nelly  Gray, 
And  we'd  float  down  the  river  in  my  little  red  canoe, 

While  my  banjo  sweetly  I  would  play. 

One  night  I  went  to  see  her,  but  "She's  gone!"  the  neigh 
bors  say, 

The  white  man  bound  her  with  his  chain; 
They  have  taken  her  to  Georgia  for  to  wear  her  life  away, 

As  she  toils  in  the  cotton  and  the  cane. 

My  canoe  is  under  water,  and  my  banjo  is  unstrung, 

I'm  tired  of  living  any  more; 

My  eyes   shall   look   downward,   and   my  song   shall   be 
unsung, 

While  I  stay  on  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 

My  eyes  are  getting  blinded,  and  I  cannot  see  my  way; 

Hark!  there's  somebody  knocking  at  the  door; 
Oh,  I  hear  the  angels  calling,  and  I  see  my  Nelly  Gray. 

Farewell  to  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 

Chorus. 
Oh!  my  darling  Nelly  Gray,  up  in  heaven  there,  they 

say, 

That  they'll  never  take  you  from  me  any  more; 
I'm    a-coming — coming— coming,    as    the    angels    clear 

the  way. 
Farewell  to  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 


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OLD  DAN  TUCKER. 

I  come  to  town  de  udder  night, 
I  heard  de  noise  and  saw  de  fight; 
De  watchman  was  a-runnin'  round, 
Cryin'  "Old  Dan  Tucker's  come  to  town." 

Chorus. 

So  get  out  de  way, 
Ole  Dan  Tucker,  get  out  de  way, 
Ole  Dan  Tucker,  get  out  de  way, 

Ole  Dan  Tucker, 
You're  too  late  to  come  to  supper. 

Dan  Tucker  is  a  nice  old  man, 
He  used  to  ride  our  darby  ram; 
He  sent  him  wizzin  down  de  hill. 
If  he  hadn't  got  up,  he'd  lay  dar  still. 

Old  Dan  Tucker  an'  I  got  drunk; 

He  fell  in  de  fire  an'  kick  up  a  chunk; 

De  charcoal  got  inside  he  shoe, 

Lor'  bless  you,  honey,  how  de  ashes  flew. 

I  went  to  town  to  buy  some  goods; 
I  lost  myself  in  a  piece  of  woods; 
De  night  was  dark,  I  had  to  suffer. 
It  froze  de  heel  of  Daniel  Tucker. 

Tucker  was  a  hardened  sinner; 
He  nebber  said  his  grace  at  dinner. 
De  old  sow  squeal,  de  pigs  did  squall; 
He  whole  hog  wid  tail  and  all. 

And  now  ole  Dan  is  a  gone  sucker, 
And  neber  can  go  home  to  supper. 
Old  Dan  he  has  had  his  last  ride, 
And  de  banjo's  buried  by  his  side. 


IN    THE    EVENING   BY    THE    MOONLIGHT. 

In  the  evening  by  the  moonlight, 
You  can  hear  those  darkies  singing; 

In  the  evening  by  the  moonlight, 
You  can  hear  those  banjos  ringing. 

How  the  old  folks  would  enjoy  it; 
They  would  sit  all  night  and  listen, 

As  we  sang  in  the  evening  by  the  moonlight. 

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MY    OLD    KENTUCKY    HOME. 

The  sun  shines  bright  in  the  old  Kentucky  home, 

'Tis  summer,  the  darkies  are  gay; 
The  corn-top's  ripe  and  the  meadow's  in  the  bloom, 

While  the  birds  make  music  all  the  day; 
The  young  folks  roll  on  the  little  cabin  floor, 

All  merry,  all  happy  and  bright; 
By'n-by  "Hard  Times"  comes  a-knocking  at  the  door, 

Then  my  old  Kentucky  home,  good-night. 

Chorus. 

Weep  no  more,  my  lady, 
Oh,  weep  no  more  to-day; 

WTe  will  sing  one  song  for  the  old  Kentucky  home, 
For  the  old  Kentucky  home  far  away. 

They  hunt  no  more  for  the  possum  and  the  coon, 

On  the  meadow,  the  hill,  and  the  shore; 
They  sing  no  more  by  the  glimmer  of  the  moon, 

On  the  bench  by  the  old  cabin  door; 
The  day  goes  by  like  a  shadow  o'er  the  heart, 

With  sorrow  where  all  was  delight; 
The  time  has  come  when  the  darkies  have  to  part, 

Then  my  old  Kentucky  home,  good-night. 

The  head  must  bow  and  the  back  will  have  to  bend, 

Wherever  the  darkey  may  go; 
A  few  more  days  and  the  trouble  all  will  end, 

In  the  fields  where  the  sugar-canes  grow; 
A  few  more  days  for  to  tote  the  weary  load, 

No  matter,  'twill  never  be  light; 
A  few  more  days  'till  we  totter  on  the  road, 

Then  my  old  Kentucky  home,  good-night. 


WAY    DOWN    YONDAH    IN    DE    CAWN    FIELD. 

Some  folks  say  dat  a  niggah  won't  steal, — 

Get  away!  get  away!  get  away  down  yondah  in  de  cawn  field: 
But  I  caught  two  in  my  cawn  field, — 

Get  away!  get  away!  get  away  down  yondah  in  de  cawn  field 
One  had  mah  shubble  and  de  odder  had  mah  hoe, — 

Get  away!  get  away!  get  away  down  yondah  in  de  cawn  field 
Now  if  dat  aint  a-stealin'  why  I'd  like  to  know, — 

Get  away!  get  away!  get  away  down  yondah  in  de  cawn  field. 


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OLD   FOLKS   AT   HOME. 
Way  down  upon  the   Swanee  River, 

Far,    far   away, 
There's  where  my  heart  is  turning  ever, 

There's  where  the  old  folks  stay. 
All  up  and  down  the  whole   creation, 

Sadly   I   roam, 
Still   longing   for   the   old   plantation, 

And  for  the  old  folks  at  home. 

Chorus. 
All  the  world  am  dark  and  dreary, 

Ev'rywhere  I  roam, 

O  darkies,  how  my  heart  grows  weary, 
Far  from  the  Old  Folks  at  Home. 
All  round  de  little  farm  I  wander'd 

When   I  was  young, 
Den  many  happy  days  I  squander'd, 

Many   de  songs   I    sung. 
When  I  was  playing  wid  my  brudder, 

Happy  was  I, 
Oh!  take  me  to  my  kind  old  mudder, 

Dere  let  me  live  and  die. 
One  little  hut  among  the  bushes, 

One  that  I  love, 
Still   sadly  to   my  mem'ry  rushes, 

No  matter  where  I  rove. 
When  shall  I  see  the  bees  a-humming, 

All   around  the   comb? 
When  will  I  hear  the  banjo  thrumming, 
Down  in  my  good  old  home? 


NELLIE  WAS  A  LADY. 
Down  on  the  Mississippi  floating, 

Long  time  I  trabbel  o'er  the  way; 
All  night  the  cottonwood  I's  toting, 

Singing  for  my  true  lub  all  the  day; 

Chorus. 

Nellie  was  a  lady,  last  night  she  died, 
Toll  the  bell  for  lubly  Nell,  my  dark  Virginia  bride. 
Oh,  Nellie  was  a  lady,  last  night  she  died, 
Toll  the  bell  for  lubly  Nell,  my  darkey  bride. 
Now  I'se  unhappy,  and  I'se  weeping, 

Can't  tote  the  cottonwood  no  more; 

Last  night  when  Nellie  was  a  sleeping, 

Death  came  a-knocking  at  the  door. 

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GWINE   TO   RUN  ALL  NIGHT. 
De  Camptown  Races. 

De  Camptown  ladies  sing  dis  song, 

Doo-dah!  doo-dah! 
De  Camptown  racetrack  five  miles  long, 

Oh!   doo-dah-day! 
I  come  down  dah  wid  my  hat  caved  in, 

Doo-dah!  doo-dah! 
I  go  back  home  wid  a  pocket  full  of  tin, 

Oh!  doo-dah-day! 

Refrain. 

Gwine  to  run  all  night! 
Gwine  to  run  all  day! 
I'll  bet  my  money  on  the  bobtail  nag; 
Somebody  bet  on  de  bay. 

De  long  tail  filly  and  de  big  black  hoss, 

Doo-dah!  doo-dah! 
Dey  fly  de  track  and  dey  both  cut  across, 

Oh!   doo-dah-day! 
De  blind  hoss  stickin'  in  a  big  mudhole, 

Doo-dah!  doo-dah! 
Can't  touch  bottom  wid  a  ten-foot  pole, 

Oh!  doo-dah-day! 

Old  muley  cow  come  on  to  de  track, 

Doo-dah!  doo-dah! 
De  bobtail  fling  her  ober  his  back, 

Oh!   doo-dah-day! 
Den  fly  along  like  a  railroad  car, 

Doo-dah!  doo-dah! 
Runnin'  a  race  wid  a  shootin*  star, 

Oh!  doo-dah-day! 

See  dem  flyin'  on  a  ten-mile  heat, 

Doo-dah!  doo-dah! 
'Round  de  racetrack,  den  repeat, 

Oh!   doo-dah-day! 
I  win  my  money  on  de  bobtail  nag. 

Doo-dah!  doo-dah! 
I  keep  my  money  in  an  old  tow-bag, 

Oh!  doo-dah-day! 


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MASSA'S  IN  DE  COLD,  COLD  GROUND. 

Round  de  meadows  am  a-ringing 

De  darky's  mournful  song, 
While  de  mocking  bird  am  singing, 

Happy  as  de  day  am  long. 
Where  de  ivy  am  a-creeping 

O'er  de  grassy  mound, 
Dare  old  massa  am  a-sleeping, 

Sleeping  in  de  cold,  cold  ground. 

Chorus. 
Down  in  de  cornfield 

Hear  dat  mournful  sound; 
All  de  darkies  am  a-weeping, 

Massa's  in  de  cold,  cold  ground. 

When  de  autumn  leaves  were  falling, 

When  de  days  were  cold, 
'Twas  hard  to  hear  old  massa  calling, 

Cayse  he  was  so  weak  and  old. 
Now,  de  orange  trees  am  blooming, 

On  de  sandy  shore, 
Now  de  summer  days  am  coming, 

Massa  nebber  calls  no  more. 

Massa  make  de  darkies  love  him, 

Cayse  he  was  so  kind; 
Now  dey  sadly  weep  above  him, 

Mourning  cayse  he  leave  dem  behind. 
I  cannot  work  before  to-morrow, 

Cayse  de  tear-drop  flow; 
I  try  to  drive  away  my  sorrow, 

Pickin'  on  de  old  banjo. 


I'LL    MAKE    DAT    BLACK    GAL    MINE. 

My!  oh  my!  mah  coon  blood  will  soon  be  boilin'; 

My!  oh  my!  dat  niggah  must  resign, 
Foh,  if  he  don't,  his  coon  face  I'll  soon  be  spoilin'; 

I'll  make  dat  black  gal  mine. 


Didy,  yi,  yi,  yi,  yi,  yi! 

My!  oh  my!  mah  coon  blood,  etc.   (repeat) 


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POLLY-WOLLY-DOODLE. 

Oh,  I  went  down  South  for  to  see  my  Sal; 

Sing,  "Polly- wolly-doodle"  all  the  day! 
My  Sally  am  a  spunky  gal, 

Sing,  "Polly-wolly-doodle"  all  the  day! 

Chorus. 

Fare  thee  well!   Fare  thee  well!   Fare  thee  well,  my  fairy  fay! 
Oh,  I'm  off  to  Louisiana,  for  to  see  my  Susy  Anna, 

Singing,   "Polly-wolly-doodle"   all  the  day! 
Fare  thee  well!   Fare  thee  well!   Fare  thee  well,  my  fairy  fay! 
Oh,  I'm  off  to  Louisiana,  for  to  see  my  Susy  Anna, 

Singing,   "Polly-wolly-doodle"   all  the  day! 

Oh,  my  Sal  she  am  a  maiden  fair; 

Sing,   "Polly-wolly"   etc. 
With  curly  eyes  and  laughing  hair, 

Sing,   "Polly-wolly"   etc. 

Oh!  I  came  to  a  river,  an'  I  couldn't  get  across; 
An'  I  jumped  upon  a  nigger,  an'  I  tho't  he  was  a  hoss; 

Oh!  a  grasshopper  sittin'  on  a  railroad  track, 
A-pickin'  his  teeth  wid  a  carpet  tack. 

Oh!  I  went  to  bed,  but  it  wasn't  no  use; 
My  feet  stuck  out  for  a  chicken  roost. 

Behind  de  barn,  down  on  my  knees; 
I  thought  I  heard  that  chicken  sneeze. 

He  sneezed  so  hard  wid  de  hoopin'-cough, 
He  sneezed  his  head  an'  his  tail  right  off. 


DAT    WATERMILION. 

Oh!  see  dat  watermilion,  a-smilin'  on  de  vine; 

How  I  wish  dat  watermilion  it  was  mine. 

De  white  folks  must  be  foolish,  dey  need  a  heap  o'  sense, 

Or  dey'd  never  leave  it  dar  upon  de  vine. 

Oh!  de  ham  bone  am  sweet,  and  de  bacon  am  good, 

And  de  possum  meat  am  berry,  berry  fine, 
But,  give  me,  yes  give  me — Oh!  how  I  wish  you  would — 

Dat  watermilion  growin'  on  de  vine. 


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TOM-BIG-BEE  RIVER. 

On  Tom-big-bee  river  so  bright  I  was  born, 
In  a  hut  made  ob  husks  ob  de  tall  yaller  corn, 
And  dar  I  fust  meet  wid  my  Jula  so  true, 
An'  I  rowed  her  about  in  my  Gum  Tree  Canoe. 

Chorus. 

Singing  row  away,  row,  o'er  the  waters  so  blue, 
Like  a  feather  we'll  float,  in  my  Gum  Tree  Canoe. 

All  de  day  in  de  field  de  soft  cotton  I  hoe, 

I  tink  of  my  Jula  an'  sing  as  I  go; 

Oh,  I  catch  her  a  bird,  wid  a  wing  ob  true  blue, 

An'  at  night  sail  her  round  in  my  Gum  Tree  Canoe. 

Wid  my  hands  on  de  banjo  and  toe  on  de  oar, 
I  sing  to  de  sound  ob  de  river's  soft  roar; 
While  de  stars  dey  look  down  at  my  Jula  so  true, 
An'  dance  in  her  eye  in  my  Gum  Tree  Canoe. 

One  night  de  stream  bore  us  so  far  away, 
Dat  we  couldn't  cum  back,  so  we  thought  we'd  jis  stay; 
Oh,  we  spied  a  tall  ship  wid  a  flag  ob  true  blue, 
An'  it  took  us  in  tow  wid  my  Gum  Tree  Canoe. 


MARY  AND    MARTHA. 

Mary  and  a  Martha's  just  gone  'long, 

Mary  and  a  Martha's  just  gone  'long, 

Mary  and  a  Martha's  just  gone  'long, 

To  ring  those  charming  bells. 

Chorus. 

Crying,  free  grace  and  dying  love, 
Free  grace  and  dying  love, 
Free  grace  and  dying  love, 

To  ring  those  charming  bells. 
Oh!  way  over  Jordan,  Lord, 
Way  over  Jordan,   Lord, 
Way  over  Jordan,  Lord, 

To   ring   those  charming  bells. 

The  preacher  and  the  elder's  just  gone  'long, 
The  preacher  and  the  elder's  just  gone  'long, 
The  preacher  and  the  elder's  just  gone  'long, 
To  ring  those  charming  bells. 

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My  father  and  mother's  just  gone  'long, 

My  father  and  mother's  just  gone  'long, 

My  father  and  mother's  just  gone  'long, 
To  ring  those  charming  bells. 

The  Methodist  and  Baptist's  just  gone  'long, 
The  Methodist  and  Baptist's  just  gone  'long, 
The  Methodist  and  Baptist's  just  gone  'long, 
To  ring  those  charming  bells. 


DE  GOLDEN  WEDDING. 

Le's  go  to  de  golden  wedding, 

All  de  darkies  will  be  there; 
Oh,  such  dancing  and  such  treading! 

And  such  yellow  girls  so  fair! 
All  the  high-toned  colored  people 

That  reside  for  miles  around 
Have  received  an  invitation, 

And  they  surely  will  come  down. 

Chorus. 
All  the  darkies  will  be  there,  don't  forget  to  curl  your  hair; 

Bring  along  your  damsels  fair,  for  soon  we  will  be  treading; 
Won't  we  have  a  jolly  time,  eating  cakes  and  drinking  wine? 

All  the  high-toned  darkies  will  be  at  the  golden  wedding. 

We  will  have  ice-cream  and  honey, 

Apple  brandy  and  mince  pie; 
Darkies,  won't  it  look  too  funny, 

When  Aunt  Dinah  does  Shoo-Fly? 
Uncle  Joe  and  Hezekiah 

From  the  old  Car'lina  state, 
Will  be  at  the  golden  wedding, 

Kase  them  colored  gents  am  great. 
Old  Jim  Grace  will  play  the  fiddle, 

Beat  the  bones  and  old  tambo, 
And  Kersands  will  play  the  essence 

On  Jim  Bohee's  old  banjo. 
Mac  Intosh  will  kiss  Lucinda, 

Kase  she  is  so  very  shy; 
And  the  little  piccaninnies, 

They  will  dance  and  sing  Shoo-Fly. 


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CARVE   DAT    POSSUM. 

De  possum  meat  am  good  to  eat, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
You'll  always  find  him  good  and  sweet, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
My  dog  did  bark,  and  I  went  to  see, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
And  dar  was  a  possum  up  dat  tree, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart. 

Chorus. 
Carve  dat  possum,  carve  dat  possum,  children, 

Carve  dat  possum,  carve  him  to  de  heart; 
Oh,  carve  dat  possum,  carve  dat  possum,  children, 

Carve  dat  possum,  carve  him  to  de  heart. 

I  reached  up  for  to  pull  him  in, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
De  possum  he  began  to  grin, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
I  carried  him  home  and  dressed  him  off, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
I  hung  him  dat  night  in  de  frost, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart. 

De  way  to   cook  de  possum  sound, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
Fust  parbile  him,  den  bake  him  brown, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
Lay  sweet  potatoes  in  de  pan, 

Carve  him  to  de  heart; 
De  sweetest  eatin'  in  de  Ian', 

Carve  him  to  de  heart. 


IN  THE  MORNING  BY  THE  BRIGHT  LIGHT. 

I'm  gwine  away  by  the  light  of  the  moon, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me; 
I  hope  I'll  meet  you  darkies  soon, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 
So  tell  the  brothers  that  you  meet, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me; 
That  I  will  travel  on  my  feet, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 

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Chorus. 

In  the  morning,  morning  by  the  bright  light, 
Hear  Gabriel's  trumpet  in  the  morning! 

Go  get  a  match  and  light  that  lamp, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me; 
And  show  me  the  way  to  the  Baptist  camp, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 
We'll  have  beefsteak  and  spare-rib  stew, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me; 
And  nice  boiled  onions  dipped  in  dew, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 

I'll  take  my  old  banjo  along, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me; 
In  case  the  boys  should  sing  a  song, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 
For  no  one  has  to  pay  no  fare, 

Want  all  the  children  for  to  follow  me; 
So  don't  forget  to  curl  your  hair, 

Halle,  halle,  halle,  hallelujah! 


ROLL  OUT!    HEAVE  DAT  COTTON. 

I  hear  dat  bell  a  ringin',  I  see  de  Captain  stand, 

Boat  done  blowed  her  whistle,  I  know  she's  gwine  to  land; 

I  hear  de  mate  a  callin'  "Go  git  out  de  plank, 

Rush  out  wid  de  head  line,  and  tie  her  to  de  bank." 

Chorus. 

Roll  out!     Heave  dat  cotton, 
Roll  out!     Heave  dat  cotton, 
Roll  out!     Heave  dat  cotton, 
Ain't  got  long  to  stay. 

It's  early  in  de  mornin',  before  we  see  de  sun, 
"Roll  aboard  dat  cotton,  an'  git  back  in  a  run," 
De  Captain's  in  a  hurry,  I  know  what  he  means, 
Wants  to  beat  de  Sherlock,  down  to  New  Orleans. 

I  hear  dat  mate  a  shoutin',  an'  see  him  on  de  shore, 
Hurry  boys!  be  lively,  ain't  but  fifty  more; 
We  ain't  got  time  to  tarry,  here  at  dis  cotton  pile, 
We  gwine  to  git  another,  below  here  forty  mile. 

We  done  took  on  de  cotton,  shove  out  from  de  shore, 
Sailing  down  de  river,  we  gwine  to  land  for  more, 
When  you  hear  de  whistle,  an'  de  big  bell  ring, 
We  gwine  to  land  for  cotton,  roll  out  boys,  an'  sing. 

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OH,   DEM  GOLDEN   SLIPPERS. 

Oh,  my  golden  slippers  am  laid  away, 

Kase  I  don't  'spect  to  wear  'em  till  my  weddin'  day, 

And  my  long-tail'd  coat,  dat  I  loved  so  well, 

I  will  wear  up  in  de  chariot  in  de  morn; 
And  my  long  white  robe  dat  I  bought  last  June, 
I'm  gwine  to  git  changed  kase  it  fits  too  soon, 
And  de  old  grey  hoss  dat  I  used  to  drive, 

I  will  hitch  him  to  de  chariot  in  de  morn. 

Oh,  dem  golden  slippers!  Oh,  dem  golden  slippers! 
Golden  slippers  I'se  gwine  to  wear,  bekase  dey  look  so  neat; 
Oh,  dem  golden  slippers!     Oh,  dem  golden  slippers! 
Golden  slippers  I'se  gwine  to  wear,  to  walk  de  golden  street. 
(Repeat.) 

Oh,  my  old  banjo  hangs  on  de  wall, 

Kase  it  ain't  been  tuned  since  way  last  fall, 

But  de  darkies  all  say  we'll  hab  a  good  time, 

When  we  ride  up  in  de  chariot  in  de  morn; 
Dar's  old  Brudder  Ben  and  Sister  Luce, 
Dey  will  telegraph  de  news  to  Uncle  Bacco  Juice, 
What  a  great  camp-meetin'  dere  will  be  dat  day, 

When  we  ride  up  in  de  chariot  in  de  morn. 

So,  it's  good  bye,  children,  I  will  have  to  go, 
Whar  de  rain  don't  fall  or  de  wind  don't  blow, 
And  yer  ulster  coats,  why,  yer  will  not  need, 

When  yer  ride  up  in  de  chariot  in  de  morn. 
But  yer  golden  slippers  must  be  nice  and  clean, 
And  yer  age  must  be  just  sweet  sixteen, 
And  yer  white  kid  gloves  yer  will  have  to  wear, 

When  yer  ride  up  in  de  chariot  in  de  morn. 


MA  ONLIEST   ONE! 

While  walkin'  down  de  street  de  udder  day, 

I  happen'd  fer  to  raise  my  eyes  and  look  wid  all  my  might 

and  main, 
For  standin'  on  de  corner  was  a  yaller  gal, 

She  said  Chlorinfla  Johnson  was  her  name. 
Why  ma  heart  had  flown,  I  lost  my  head  completely, 

For  ma  own  true  love  had  stolen  all  de  sense  I  ebber  had 

away. 
I  took  her  hand,  she  blushed  and  smiled  so  sweetly, 

Oh,  I  kissed  her  and  I  den  did  fondly  say: 

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Chorus. 

Oh,  honey,  ma  little  gal, 
Won't  you  come  and  let  me  whisper  in  your  ear,  how  much 

I  lub  you? 

Fore  de  Lord,  you  is  ma  sweet, 
You'se  ma  onliest  one  in  all  dis  world  to  me; 
You  has  ma  soul,  ma  life,  ma  all, 
Just  as  true  as  stars  dat  shine. 
Oh,  tell  me  dat  you  lub  me, 
And  say  dat  you'll  be  mine. 

Chlorinda,  she's  de  gal  I'se  gwine  to  marry. 

You  bet  we'll  have  a  happy  time,  for  love  has  made  our 

two  hearts  one. 
You  ask  her  who  compares  to  her  own  lubly  boy, 

She'll  roll   her   eyes   and   sweetly   answer   '"None!" 
You'se  can  talk  about  yo  hoe-cake  and  persimmons, 

They're  not  in  it  wid  de  gal  I  lub,  because  I  know  she's 

just  divine. 
I'll  lub  her  till  I  die,  ma  heart  will  creep  and  grow, 

Just  as  sweetly  as  de  sweet  potato  vine. 


SWING  LOW,  SWEET  CHARIOT. 

Swing  low,  sweet  chariot, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home, 

Swing  low,  sweet  chariot, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

I  looked  over  Jordan,  and  what  did  I  see, 
Coming  for  to  carry  me  home? 

A  band  of  angels  coming  after  me, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

Chorus. 
Swing  low,  sweet  chariot, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home, 
Swing  low,  sweet  chariot, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home, 
Tell  all  my  friends  I'm  coming  too, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 
I'm  sometimes  up  and  sometimes  down, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home, 
But  still  my  soul  feels  heavenly  bound, 

Coming  for  to  carry  me  home. 

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"FSE   GWINE   BACK  TO    DIXIE." 

I'se   gwine   back   to   Dixie, 

No  more  I'se  gwine  to  wander, 
My  heart's  turned  back  to  Dixie — 
I  can't  stay  here  no  longer — 
I  miss  de  ole  plantation, 
My  home  and  my  relation, 
My  heart's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 
And  I  must  go. 

Chorus. 

I'se  gwine  back  to  Dixie, 

I'se  gwine  back  to  Dixie, 
I'se  gwine  where  the  orange  blossoms  grow, 

For  I  hear  the  children  calling, 

I  see  their  sad  tears  falling, 
My  heart's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 

And  I  must  go. 

I've  hoed  in  fields  of  cotton, 

I've  worked  upon  the  river, 
I  used  to  think  if  I  got  off, 

I'd  go  back  there,  no,  never. 
But  time  has  changed  the  old  man, 

His  head  is  bending  low, 
His  heart's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 

And  he  must  go. 

I'm  traveling  back  to  Dixie — 

My  step  is  slow  and  feeble, 
I  pray  the  Lord  to  help  me, 

And  lead  me  from  all  evil, 
And  should  my  strength  forsake  me, 

Then  kind  friends,  come  and  take  me, 
My  heart's  turned  back  to  Dixie, 

And  I  must  go. 


104 


NATIONAL  AND    MARTIAL 


AMERICA. 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  Liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died! 
Land  of  the  Pilgrims'  pride! 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring! 

My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble  free — 

Thy  name  I  love; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees, 

Sweet  freedom's  song; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, — 

The  sound  prolong. 

Our  fathers'  God!  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King! 


105 


BATTLE  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC. 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming  of  the  Lord; 
He  is  trampling  out  the  vintage  where  the  grapes  of  wrath 

are  stored; 
He   hath  loosed  the   fateful  lightning  of   His   terrible  swift 

sword, 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 

Chorus. 

Glory!  glory!  Hallelujah! 
Glory!  glory!  Hallelujah! 
Glory!  glory!  Hallelujah! 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 

I   nave   seen   Him   in   the   watchfires   of   a   hundred   circling 

camps; 
They  have  builded   Him  an  altar  in  the  evening  dews  and 

damps; 
I   can  read   His  righteous  sentence  by   the  dim  and  flaring 

lamps, 
His  day  is  marching  on. 

I  have  read  a  fiery  gospel,  writ  in  burnished  rows  of  steel; 
"As  ye  deal  with  my  contemners,  so  with  you  my  grace  shall 

deal; 
Let  the  Hero,  born  of  woman,  crush  the  serpent  with  his 

heel, 
Since  God  is  marching  on." 

He  has  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  never  call  retreat; 
He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before  His  judgment  seat; 
Oh,  be  swift,  my  soul,  to  answer  Him!  be  jubilant,  my  feet! 
Our  God  is  marching  on. 

In  the  beauty  of  the  lilies,  Christ  was  born  across  the  sea, 
With  a  glory  in  His  bosom  that  transfigures  you  and  me; 
As  He  died  to  make  men  holy,  let  us  die  to  make  men  free, 
While  God  is  marching  on. 


106 


THE    RED,    WHITE    AND    BLUE. 

Oh,  Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean, 

The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 

A  world  offers  homage  to  thee. 
Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble, 

When  Liberty's  form  stands  in  view; 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue; 

Chorus. 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue, 
When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue, 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue. 

When  war  wing'd  its  wide  desolation, 

And  threaten'd  the  land  to   reform, 
The  ark  then  of  freedom's  foundation, 

Columbia,  rode  safe  through  the  storm; 
With  the  garlands  of  vict'ry  around  her, 

When  so  proudly  she  bore  her  brave  crew, 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white,  and  blue; 

Chorus. 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white,  and  blue, 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white,  and  blue, 

With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white,  and  blue. 

The  star-spangled  banner  bring  hither, 

O'er  Columbia's  true  sons  let  it  wave; 
May  the  wreaths  they  have  won  never  wither, 

Nor  its  stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave; 
May  the  service  united  ne'er  sever, 

But  hold  to  their  colors  so  true; 
The  Army  and  Navy  forever, 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue; 

Chorus. 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue, 
Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue, 

The  Army  and  Navy  forever, 
Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue. 


107 


MARYLAND!    MY  MARYLAND! 

Thou  wilt  not  cower  in  the  dust, 

Maryland!     My  Maryland! 
Thy  beaming  sword  shall  never  rust, 

Maryland!     My  Maryland! 

Remember  Carroll's  sacred  trust, 

Remember  Howard's  warlike  thrust, 

And  all  thy  slumb'rers  with  the  just, 

Maryland!     My  Maryland! 

Thou  wilt  not  yield  the  Vandal  toll, 
Maryland!     My   Maryland! 

Thou  wilt  not  crook  to  his  control, 
Maryland!     My  Maryland! 

Better  the  fire  upon  thee  roll, 

Better  the  shot,  the  blade,  the  bowl, 

Than  crucifixion  of  the  soul, 
Maryland!     My  Maryland! 

I  see  no  blush  upon  thy  cheek, 
Maryland!     My  Maryland! 

Tho'  thou  wast  ever  bravely  meek, 
Maryland!     My  Maryland! 

For  life  and  death,  for  woe  and  weal, 

Thy  peerless  chivalry  reveal, 

And  gird  thy  beauteous  limbs  with  steel, 
Maryland!     My  Maryland! 

I  hear  the  distant  thunder  hum, 

Maryland!     My  Maryland! 
The  Old  Line  bugle,  fife  and  drum, 

Maryland!     My  Maryland! 
Come  to  thine  own  heroic  throng, 
That  stalks  with  Liberty  along, 
And  ring  thy  dauntless  slogan  song, 
Maryland!     My  Maryland! 


108 


YANKEE    DOODLE. 

Yankee  Doodle  went  to  town, 

Riding  on  a  pony; 
He  stuck  a  feather  in  his  hat, 

And  called  him  Macaroni. 

Chorus. 
Yankee  Doodle,  keep  it  up, 

Yankee  Doodle  dandy, 
Mind  the  music  and  the  step, 

And  with  the  girls  be  handy. 

Fath'r  and  I  went  down  to  camp, 
Along  with  Captain  Good'in, 

And  there  we  saw  the  men  and  boys 
As  thick  as  hasty  puddin'. 

And  there  we  see  a  thousand  men, 

As  rich  as  Squire  David; 
And  what  they  wasted  ev'ry  day, 

I  wish  it  could  be  saved. 

And  there  was  Captain  Washington 

Upon  a  slapping  stallion, 
A-giving  orders  to  his  men; 

I  guess  there  was  a  million. 

And  then  the  feathers  on  his  hat, 
They  looked  so  very  fine,  ah! 

I  wanted  peskily  to  get 
To  give  to  my  Jemima. 

And  every  time  they  fired  it  off 

It  took  a  horn  of  powder; 
It  made  a  noise  like  father's  gun, 

Only  a  nation  louder. 

And  there  I  see  a  little  keg, 
Its  head  all  made  of  leather; 

They  knocked  upon't  with  little  sticks, 
To  call  the  folks  together. 

And  Cap'n  Davis  had  a  gun; 

He  kind  o'  clapt  his  hand  on't 
And  stuck  a  crooked  stabbing-iron 

Upon  the  little  end  on't. 

It  scared  me  so  I  hooked  it  off, 
Nor  stopped,  as  I  remember, 
Nor  turned  about  till  I  got  home, 
Locked  up  in  mother's  chamber. 

109 


HAIL  COLUMBIA. 

Hail,  Columbia,  happy  land! 

Hail,  ye  heroes,  heaven-born  band! 

Who  fought  and  bled  in  Freedom's  cause, 

Who  fought  and  bled  in  Freedom's  cause, 

And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone, 

Enjoyed  the  peace  your  valor  won. 

Let  independence  be  our  boast, 

Ever  mindful  what  it  cost; 

Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 

Let  its  altar  reach  the  skies. 

Chorus. 

Firm,  united  let  us  be, 
Rallying  round  our  liberty! 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  safety  we  shall  find. 

Immortal  patriots,  rise  once  more, 
Defend  your  rights,  defend  your  shore! 
Let  no  rude  foe,  with  impious  hand, 
Let  no  rude  foe,  with  impious  hand, 
Invade  the  shrine  where  sacred  lies 
Of  toil  and  blood,  the  well-earned  prize. 
While  off'ring  peace,  sincere  and  just, 
In  Heaven  we  place  a  manly  trust, 
That  Truth  and  Justice  will  prevail, 
And  ev'ry  scheme  of  bondage  fail. 

Behold  the  chief  who  now  commands, 
Once  more  to  serve  his  country  stands, 
The  rock  on  which  the  storm  will  beat, 
The  rock  on  which  the  storm  will  beat, 
But  armed  in  virtue,  firm  and  true, 
His  hopes  are  fixed  on  Heaven  and  you. 
His  steady  mind,  from  changes  free, 
Resolved  on  death  or  liberty. 


110 


WE'RE    TENTING   TO-NIGHT. 

We're  tenting  to-night  on  the  old  camp-ground, 

Give  us  a  song  to  cheer 
Our  weary  hearts,  a  song  of  home, 

And  friends  we  love  so  dear. 

Chorus. 
Many  are  the  hearts  that  are  weary  to-night, 

Wishing  for  the  war  to  cease; 
Many  are  the  hearts  looking  for  the  right, 
To  see  the  dawn  of  peace. 
Tenting  to-night, 
Tenting  to-night, 
Tenting  on  the  old  camp-ground. 

We've  been  tenting  to-night  on  the  old  camp-ground, 

Thinking  of  days  gone  by, 
Of  the  loved  ones  at  home  that  gave  us  the  hand, 

And  the  tear  that  said  "good-bye!" 

We  are  tired  of  war  on  the  old  camp-ground, 

Many  are  dead  and  gone, 
Of  the  brave  and  true  who've  left  their  homes, 

Others  been  wounded  long. 

We've  been  righting  to-day  on  the  old  camp-ground, 

Many  are  lying  near; 
Some  are  dead  and  some  are  dying, 

Many  are  in  tears. 

Chorus. 
Many  are  the  hearts  that  are  weary  to-night, 

Wishing  for  the  war  to  cease; 
Many  are  the  hearts  looking  for  the  right, 
To  see  the  dawn  of  peace. 
Dying  to-night, 
Dying  to-night, 
Dying  on  the  old  camp-ground. 


Ill 


DIXIE. 

I  wish  I  was  in  de  land  ob  cotton, 

Old  times  dar  am  not  forgotten, 
Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 

In  Dixie  Land  whar  I  was  born  in, 

Early  on  one  frosty  mornin'; 
Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 

Chorus. 
Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie, 

Hooray!  Hooray! 
In  Dixie  Land,  I'll  took  my  stand 
To  lib  and  die  in  Dixie, 
Away,  away,  away  down  south  in  Dixie, 
Away,  away,  away  down  south  in  Dixie. 

Old  Missus  marry  "Will  de  Weaber," 

Willium  was  a  gay  deceaber; 
Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 

But  when  he  put  his  arm  around'er, 

He  smiled  as  fierce  as  a  forty  pounder; 
Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 

His  face  was  sharp  as  a  butcher's  cleaber, 
But  that  did  not  seem  to  greab'er; 

Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 
Old  Missus  acted  the  foolish  part, 
And  died  for  a  man  dat  broke  her  heart; 

Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 

Now  here's  a  health  to  the  next  old  Missus, 
And  all  de  gals  dat  want  to  kiss  us; 

Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 
But  if  you  want  to  drive  'way  sorrow, 
Come  and  hear  dis  song  to-morrow; 

Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 

Dar's  buckwheat  cakes  an'  Ingen'  batter, 

Makes  you  fat  or  a  little  fatter; 
Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 

Den  hoe  it  down  an  scratch  your  grabble, 

To  Dixie's  Land  I'm  bound  to  trabble; 
Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 


112 


MARCHING   THROUGH    GEORGIA. 

Bring  the  good  old  bugle,  boys!  we'll  sing  another  song — 
Sing  it  with  a  spirit  that  will  start  the  world  along — 
Sing  it  as  we  used  to  sing  it,  fifty  thousand  strong, 
While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 

Chorus. 

Hurrah!  hurrah!  we  bring  the  jubilee! 
Hurrah!  hurrah!  the  flag  that  makes  you  free! 
So  we  sang  the  chorus  from  Atlanta  to  the  sea, 
While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 

How  the  darkies  shouted  when  they  heard  the  joyful  sound! 
How  the  turkeys  gobbled  which  our  commissary  found! 
How  the  sweet  potatoes  even  started  from  the  ground, 
While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 

Yes,  and  there  were  Union  men  who  wept  with  joyful  tears, 
When  they  saw  the  honored  flag  they  had  not  seen  for  years; 
Hardly  could  they  be  restrained  from  breaking  forth  in  cheers, 
While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 

"Sherman's  dashing  Yankee  boys  will  never  reach  the  coast!" 
So  the  saucy  rebels  said,  and  'twas  a  handsome  boast, 
Had  they  not  forgot,  alas!  to  reckon  with  the  host, 
While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia? 

So  we  made  a  thoroughfare  for  Freedom  and  her  train, 
Sixty  miles  in  latitude — three  hundred  to  the  main; 
Treason  fled  before  us,  for  resistance  was  in  vain, 
While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 


113 


THE  BATTLE-CRY  OF  FREEDOM. 

Yes,  we'll  rally  'round  the  flag,  boys,  we'll  rally  once  again, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  Freedom; 
We  will  rally  from  the  hillside,  we'll  gather  from  the  plain, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  Freedom. 

Chorus. 

The  Union  forever!  Hurrah!  boys!  Hurrah! 
Down  with  the  traitor,  up  with  the  stars; 
While  we  rally  'round  the  flag  boys,  rally  once  again, 
Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  Freedom. 

We  are  springing  to  the  call  of  our  brothers  gone  before, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  Freedom; 
And  we'll  fill  the  vacant  ranks  with  a  million  freemen  more, 

Shouting  the  battle-cry  of  Freedom. 


TRAMP!  TRAMP!  TRAMP! 

In  the  prison  cell  I  sit, 

Thinking,  Mother  dear,  of  you, 
And  our  bright  and  happy  home  so  far  away; 

And  the  tears  they  fill  my  eyes 

Spite  of  all  that  I  can  do, 
Though  I  try  to  cheer  my  comrades  and  be  gay. 

Chorus. 

Tramp!  tramp!  tramp!  the  boys  are  marching, 
Cheer  up,  comrades,  they  will  come, 
And  beneath  the  starry  flag 
We  shall  breathe  the  air  again 
Of  the  free  land  in  our  own  beloved  home. 

In  the  battle  front  we  stood 

When  their  fiercest  charge  they  made, 

And  they  swept  us  off  a  hundred  men  or  more; 
But  before  we  reached  their  lines 
They  were  beaten  back,  dismayed, 

And  we  heard  the  cry  of  vict'ry  o'er  and  o'er. 

So,  within  the  prison  cell 

We  are  waiting  for  the  day 
That  shall  come  to  open  wide  the  iron  door; 

And  the  hollow  eye  grows  bright, 

And  the  poor  heart  almost  gay, 
As  we  think  of  seeing  home  and  friends  once  more. 

114 


WHEN   JOHNNY   COMES   MARCHING   HOME. 

When  Johnny  comes  marching  home  again, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
We'll  give  him  a  hearty  welcome  then, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 

The  men  will  cheer,  the  boys  will  shout, 
The  ladies  they  will  all  turn  out, 
And  we'll  all  feel  gay 
When  Johnny  comes  marching  home. 

Chorus. 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
And  we'll  all  feel  gay 
When  Johnny  comes  marching  home. 

The  old  church-bell  will  peal  with  joy, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
To  welcome  home  our  darling  boy, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
The  village  lads  and  lassies  say, 
With  roses  they  will  strew  the  way, 
And  we'll  all  feel  gay 
When  Johnny  comes  marching  home. 

Get  ready  for  the  jubilee, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah!  j 

We'll  give  the  hero  three  times  three, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
The  laurel  wreath  is  ready  now 
To  place  upon  his  royal  brow, 
And  we'll  all  feel  gay 
When  Johnny  comes  marching  home. 

Let  love  and  friendship,  on  that  day, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
Their  choicest  treasures  then  display, 

Hurrah!  Hurrah! 

And  let  each  one  perform  some  part 
To  fill  with  joy  the  warrior's  heart; 
And  we'll  all  feel  gay 
When  Johnny  comes  marching  home. 


115 


MY  OWN  UNITED  STATES. 

The  poet  sings  of  sunny  France,  fair  olive  laden  Spain, 
The  Grecian  isles,  Italia's  smiles,  and  India's  torrid  plain, 
Of  Egypt,  countless  ages  old,  dark  Afric's  palms  and  dates. 
Let  me  acclaim  the  land  I  name,  my  own  United  States. 

Chorus. 
I  love  ev'ry  inch  of  her  prairie  land, 

Each  stone  on  her  mountains'  side, 
I  love  ev'ry  drop  of  the  water  clear, 

That  flows  in  her  rivers  wide; 
I  love  ev'ry  tree,  ev'ry  blade  of  grass, 

Within  Columbia's  gates! 
The  Queen  of  the  earth  is  the  land  of  my  birth, 

My  own  United  States. 

The  poet  sings  of  Switzerland,  braw  Scotland's  heathered 
moor, 

The  shimm'ring  sheen  of  Ireland's  green,  old  England's  rock- 
bound  shore, 

Quaint  Holland  and  the  Fatherland,  their  charms  in  verse 
relates. 

Let  me  acclaim  the  land  I  name,  my  own  United  States. 


JOHN    BROWN'S    BODY. 

John  Brown's  body  lies  a-mould'ring  in  the  grave, 
John  Brown's  body  lies  a-mould'ring  in  the  grave, 
John  Brown's  body  lies  a-mould'ring  in  the  grave; 
His  soul  goes  marching  on! 

Chorus. 

Glory,   glory  hallelujah! 
Glory,  glory,  glory  hallelujah! 
Glory,   glory  hallelujah! 
His  soul  is  marching  on. 

The  stars  of  heaven  are  looking  kindly  down, 

The  stars  of  heaven  are  looking  kindly  down, 

The  stars  of  heaven  are  looking  kindly  down, 

On  the  grave  of  old  John  Brown! 

John  Brown's  knapsack  is  strapped  upon  his  back, 
John  Brown's  knapsack  is  strapped  upon  his  back, 
John  Brown's  knapsack  is  strapped  upon  his  back! 
His  soul  is  marching  on! 

116 


GOD    SAVE   THE   KING. 

God  save  our  gracious  King, 
Long  live  our  noble  King, 

God  save  the  King! 
Send   him   victorious, 
Happy   and    glorious, 
Long  to  reign  over  us; 

God  save  the  King! 

Thy  choicest  gifts  in  store, 
O'er  him  be  pleased  to  pour; 

Long  may  he  reign. 
May  he  defend  our  laws, 
And  ever  give  us  cause 
To  sing  with  heart  and  voice, 

God  save  the  King! 

O  Lord  our  God,  arise, 
Scatter  his  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall. 
Confound    their   politics, 
Frustrate   their   knavish    tricks, 
On  Thee  our  hopes  we  fix; 

God  save  us  all! 


RULE,    BRITANNIA! 

When  Britain  first,  at  heav'n's  command, 

Arose  from  out  the  azure  main, 

Arose  from  out  the  azure  main, 
This  was  the  charter,  the  charter  of  the  land, 

And  guardian  angels  sang  this  strain: 
'Rule,  Britannia!  Britannia,  rule  the  waves; 
Britons  never  will  be  slaves." 

Chorus. 

Rule,  Britannia!  Britannia,  rule  the  waves; 
Britons  never  will  be  slaves. 

The  nations  not  so  blessed  as  thee 

Must  in  their  turn  to  tyrants  fall, 

Must  in  their  turn  to  tyrants  fall; 
While  thou  shalt  flourish,  shalt  flourish  great  and  free, 

The  dread  and  envy  of  them  all. 
'Rule,  Britannia!  Britannia,  rule  the  waves; 
Britons  never  will  be  slaves." 


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INDEX 


COLLEGE    SONGS 


Page 

Fair  Harvard 5 

Here's    a    Health    to    King 

Charles 6 

General  Grant 6 

The  Levee  Song         ...  7 

Little  Old  Red  Shawl     .      .  8 

Up  the   Street        ....  8 

Yale  Men  Say       ....  8 

Johnny    Harvard         ...  9 

Glory  for  the  Crimson    .      .  9 

Our  Director 10 

Marseillaise 10 

Soldiers'    Field       ....  10 

The  Gridiron  King    ...  11 

A   Toast 11 

It's    a    Way    We    Have    at 

Old    Harvard       ...  12 

The   Poco's   Daughter     .      .  13 

Bright   College   Years     .      .  14 

Hail,  Stanford,  Hail  ...  14 

Old    Nassau 15 

All  for  the  Sake  of  California  16 

Boola-Boola 17 

The  Pope 18 

The  Party  at  Odd  Fellows' 

Hall 18 

Kentucky    Babe     ....  19 

Sparkling  Piper  Heidseick  .  20 

Stein    Song 21 

Bring    the    Wagon    Home, 

John 21 

She's  Gone,  Let  Her  Go     .  22 

Schneider's  Band  ....  22 

The    Dutch    Company     .      .  23 

Dutch    Warbler     ....  23 

Upidee 24 

Lauriger   Horatius      ...  24 

There's  Music  in  the  Air     .  25 

Bavarian  Yodle      ....  25 

Stars  of  the  Summer  Night  26 

Rosalie 26 

Goodnight,   Ladies      ...  26 

The  Two   Roses    .  27 


Page 

Tara's    Harp 27 

My    Bonnie 28 

The  Quilting  Party   ...  28 

Michael  Roy 29 

The  Midshipmite  ....  30 

Clementine        31 

Bingo       .      .      .      .      .      .      .31 

Co-ca-che-lunk       ....  32 

Nut  Brown  Maiden   ...  32 

One,  Two,  Three,  Four  .      .  33 

Mrs.    Craigin's   Daughter     .  34 

Vive  1'Amour 35 

Mary  Had  a  Little  Lamb     .  35 
Good-bye,  My  Lover,  Good 
bye   36 

Rocked  in  the  Cradle  of  the 

Deep 36 

Way   Up   on  the   Mountain 

Top 37 

Jingle  Bells 37 

Mush,  Mush 38 

Rig-a-Jig 39 

There's    a    Tavern    in    the 

Town 39 

The    Bull-Dog        ....  40 

Meerschaum    Pipe      ...  40 

Son  of  a  Gambolier  ...  41 

Over  the  Banister       ...  42 

My   Last   Cigar      ....  42 

Good-bye,    My    Little   Lady  43 

The  Tarpaulin  Jacket     .      .  44 

Peanut  Song 44 

Solomon    Levi        ....  45 

Integer  Vitae 46 

Gaudeamus 46 

Funiculi,    Funicula      ...  47 

Eton  Boating  Song   ...  48 

Crow   Song 49 

Dear   Evelina 49 

Landlord,   Fill   the   Flowing 

Bowl 50 

Noah's  Ark 51 

The  Lone  Fish  Ball  .  52 


OLD 

The  Spanish  Cavalier     .      . 
Home,  Sweet  Home  . 
The  Blue  Bells  of  Scotland 
The  Campbells  Are  Coming 
John  Anderson,  My  Jo   . 

Annie   Laurie 

Believe  Me  If  All  Those  En 
dearing   Young   Charms 


FAVORITES 

53    |   Those     Endearing     Young 

53  Charms 56 

54  Wait  for  the  Wagon      .      .  57 

54  Drink     to     Me     Only    with 

55  Thine    Eyes    ....  57 

56  |   Soldier's    Farewell      ...  58 

Comin'  Thro'  the  Rye    .      .  58 

56   i  Auld  Lang  Syne   ....  59 


Sweet  and  Low    . 

Ben  Bolt 

The  Last  Rose  of  Summer 
Oft  in  the  Stilly  Night  .  . 
Robin  Adair 


Page 
.  59 
.  60 

61 

61 

62 


Page 

Listen  to  the  Mocking  Bird     62 
God  be  With  You     .      . 
The    Old    Oaken    Bucket 
I  Found  a  Horseshoe 


63 
64 
64 


POPULAR   SONGS 


White  Wings 65 

Thou  Art  My  Own  Love     .  65 

Juanita 66 

What  Can  the  Matter  Be     .  66 

Good-bye,  Dolly  Gray    .      .  67 

He  Never  Cares  to  Wander  67 

Loch    Lomond       ....  68 

Dunderbeck 68 

On  the   Road  to   Mandalay  69 

Bonnie  Eloise 70 

Danube  River 70 

An  Old  Spanish  Proverb     .  71 

The  Owl  and  the  Pussy  Cat  72 

Blow,  Ye  Winds,  Heigh-ho!  72 

Sally  in  Our  Alley     ...  73 

Perri  Merri  Dictum  Domine  74 

Little   Annie    Rooney      .      .  74 

Sweet  Rosie  O'Grady     .      .  75 

School  Days 76 

Nancy  Lee 76 


A    Hot    Time    in    the    Old 

Town 77 

Down     Where     the    Wurz- 

burger  Flows 78 

Farewell  Song       ....  78 

Billy  Boy 79 

Heidelberg        80 

Stand  by  Your  Glasses   .      .  80 

Off  to   Philadelphia   ...  81 

The  Little  Brown  Jug    .      .  82 

Sailing 82 

Oh,   Didn't  He  Ramble?     .  83 
Drill,   Ye   Tarriers,   Drill     .  84 
The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me  84 
In  the  Good   Old  Summer 
time       85 

Killaloe         86 

Love's   Old   Sweet   Song     .  87 

The  Wearing  of  the  Green  88 


NEGRO     MELODIES 


Oh!  Susanna 89 

Uncle  Ned 90 

Old  Black  Joe       ....  90 
Darling  Nellie  Gray  ...  91 
Old  Dan  Tucker  ....  92 
In  the  Evening  by  the  Moon 
light       92 

My  Old  Kentucky  Home     .  93 
Way    Down    Yondah   in   de 

Cawn  Field     ....  93 

Old  Folks  at  Home  ...  94 

Nellie  Was  a  Lady   ...  94 

Camptown  Races  ....  95 

Gwine  to  Run  All  Night     .  95 
Massa's    in    de    Cold,    Cold 

Ground  .  95 


I'll  Make  dat  Black  Girl 
Mine 

Polly-Wolly-Doodle   .      .      . 

Dat  Watermilion  .      .      .      . 

Tombigbee    River 

Mary  and  Martha 

De  Golden  Wedding  .      .      . 

Carve  Dat  Possum    . 

In  the  Morning  by  the 
Bright  Light  .  .  . 

Roll  Out!  Heave  dat  Cotton 

Oh,  Dem  Golden  Slippers   . 

Ma  Onliest  One    . 


96 
97 
97 
98 
98 
99 
100 

100 
101 
102 
102 


Swing   Low,   Sweet  Chariot  103 
I'se  Gwine  Back  to  Dixie     .    104 


NATIONAL  AND   MARTIAL 


America 105 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic  106 
The  Red,  White,  and  Blue  .  107 
Maryland,  My  Maryland  .  108 
Yankee  Doodle  .  .  .  .109 
Hail  Columbia  .  .  .  .110 
Tenting  on  the  Old  Camp 

Ground HI 

Dixie  .      .    112 


Marching  Through  Georgia  113 
The  Battle  Cry  of  Freedom  114 
Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp    .      .114 
When  Johnny  Comes  March 
ing  Home 115 

My  Own  United  States  .  .116 
John  Brown's  Body  .  .  .116 
God  Save  the  King  .  .  .117 
Rule  Britannia  .  .  .  .117 


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